zevulun |
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| SECONDARY | THIRD | |
| castillon | lir | |
jasper, micah, thames, lohan | ||
| hirka, eira, aura |
eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret lior, hael, atropa belladonna vernonia |
name, name, name |
| eriana, name, name |
*odette, eudora, *dolores adira |
name, name, name |
evrain (hills) sephiroth (thicket) bacardi (forest) mariael (arch) tyr & oswin (ridge) |
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- the Prairie stands as a symbol of peace and prosperity among the islands - anyone is welcome to live here so long as they do not bring harm to the Prairie or any of it's residents - adventure and exploration is not only allowed, but encouraged! residents are asked to use their better judgement and not travel to places that could bring them harm - the head of the prairie has final say in all prairie matters. the secondary and third positions are not able to be challenged for and are selected by the head - the guardians take on a more active role in the prairie; they must protect the inhabitants of the prairie and go on patrols of the prairie borderlines and shore. they can welcome strangers to the prairie and invite anyone to live here, though they must inform one of the leaders of any newcomers or visitors | ||
Posted on August 5, 2015 at 06:09:48 PM by TROJAN
if you say something is taboo, well that's the thing I wanna do
She rolled up on the shore a mess of tangled mane, sand and salt, her pale body coated in the ocean's grime and exhausted from the long swim. She'd aimed to land on the crossing isle, the quarry - somewhere familiar too her, but as she rolled her head over the shingle to look upright at the land in front of her, everything seemed foreign. The land was bleak - small tufts of grass decorated the dry ground, and a river ran through the territory, dividing it neatly from a land that seemed more dense with foliage. Trojan rolled onto her feet, legs flailing at awkward angles until she was stood, confused and damp, on the strange shoreline.
Treading her way along the line of the river at a brisk trot, she strode off in an attempt to find somebody who could point her in the correct direction - the direction of . . . well, she wasn't quite sure. Her deaf ear flicked vapidly, searching for sounds it would never find, and the further she travelled the more exasperated she felt. "Hello?" she called out, eyes wide. "Hello?" the word was repeated in a more demanding tone, echoing throughout the wasteland.
Perhaps she was too close to the shoreline, perhaps the nearest herd wasn't kind to strangers. She wasn't sure, but as she slowed to a halt she decided to hold her ground - wait it out. They would come to her, and she would be waiting.
mare || spartanXwhisper || homeless || 15.3 || gold cream champagne overo (ee/Aa/nCr/nCh/nO)
(ooc: meh sorry this isn't great! <3 just wanted to get a post up for ya.)
Replies:
- everything’s made to be broken - By VALENTINE August 27, 2015 at 06:48:06 PM
- let's be bad - By TROJAN August 29, 2015 at 11:44:36 AM
- everything’s made to be broken - By VALENTINE August 31, 2015 at 09:11:03 AM
- let's be bad - By TROJAN August 29, 2015 at 11:44:36 AM
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