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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

I'm coming home....
Posted on August 31, 2015 at 06:06:20 AM by Braylen

Braylen

stallion | 15.1hh | palomino tovero | protector of the inlet

It was early morning when Braylen pulled himself from the salty water and onto the shores of Luthien. It had been many long seasons since he had set hoof on the island and truthfully he had not thought himself to do so again in this life time. For a moment he just stood; eyes closed and nostrils flared as he brought in the earthy scent that only this Island carried. But the moment was short lived as he drug in the stallion's scent that lived here and was reminded this was not home. In fact, this had never been home. Opening his eyes, he looked out across the open expanse of the Prairie and recalled a time when he had looked out at a similar view from the cover of the treeline where the Forest and the Prairie met. But this was not a time for reminiscing.

Taking in another deep breath, Braylen released it in a call that carried well without the hindrance of trees or landmarks. He knew without a doubt that he would be heard by either the stallion that called this land his own or by another herd member. A small smile crossed his muzzle at that, wondering how long it would take Rufina to come to his calling. She was the only reason he had even come to this Island in the first place; why he would even face the old memories that lingered here upon this land. He hoped things went according to plan but he steeled himself to the possibility that they wouldn't as he awaited the man named Valentine.

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Replies:

everything�s made to be broken - By VALENTINE August 31, 2015 at 09:32:19 AM
- Fingers Laced To Crown - By Rufina September 1, 2015 at 09:17:16 PM
  - I'm coming home.... - By Braylen September 25, 2015 at 09:11:22 PM
    - everything�s made to be broken - By VALENTINE October 19, 2015 at 08:20:36 PM

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