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The Lost Islands
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HEAD OF THE PRAIRIE
zevulun
SECONDARY THIRD
castillon lir
GUARDIANS
jasper, micah, thames, lohan
 
RESIDENTS OF THE PRAIRIE
hirka, eira, aura
eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret
lior, hael, atropa belladonna
vernonia
name, name, name
 
CHILDREN OF THE PRAIRIE
eriana, name, name
*odette, eudora, *dolores
adira
name, name, name
 
ALLIES
ENEMIES
rafe (badlands)
evrain (hills)
sephiroth (thicket)
bacardi (forest)
mariael (arch)
tyr & oswin (ridge)
none





 
GUIDELINES

- 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
Until your last dying breath {raid}






Vaaco


- Loyal, you all shall be. Until your last dying breath -


The ocean surf froths around his dark legs as he pulls himself from its grasp. He shakes out his silver dreadlocks, the water runs in rivelets off his tawny hide. Ashen eyes dart along the shoreline, to his left the trees grow in thick groves. In front of him and to the right the grasses grow thickly until they meet the sandy shore. He lifts his head high onto his thick neck, his nostrils quiver as he breathes in the sweet scent of grasses mingling with mares near by. A smirk touches his lips. Vaaco climbs the sandy shore until he can see out into the vast prairie. The rolling hills spread out before him, he breaks into a fast trot. His ears flick atop his head, listening for any tell tale sign of a herd.


Vaaco, you must hurry. We know what you want, and soon he will see you and send you scrambling for the shore, you coward. Vaaco pins his ears, he did not like being called a coward. He was not, he was just doing what came naturally to him. As the ground ascends, he tops the hill. The breeze catches his dreadlocks, sending them off of his muscular neck. Eyes scan the grasses before them, until a movement catches his eye. A pair of mares, they were far enough away from the herd and close enough to the ocean he could drive them back to the sea. His smirk turns into a wicked smile.


He only waits for a split second, before he leaps into action. Hooves move through the grasses parting them with every stride, his ears pin against his muscular neck. He approaches quickly, his head drops level with his chest. His voice is almost a growl as he nears them. "Lets go girls." He does not give them a chance to think. He hopes that they will retreat to the beach where he can drive them into the sea before their stallion makes an appearance.


ooc: I just had to <3 For fun!!



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