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
everything’s made to be broken

Valentine’s head snapped upwards as the sound of hoof beats against the hard ground assaulted his ears. For a moment he was startled as the dark shape drew in upon him without warning, but as soon as his eyes caught sight of the pretty face attached his expression twisted swiftly into a playful grin.

He squealed, ducking his head as Sicily flung her hooves towards him before collecting herself and turning around to face him properly. It was unusual to see his usually stern and stubborn lady feeling quite so light-hearted and mischievous, but Valentine wasn’t about to question it and risk souring the mood.

The grin on his lips widened at the mention of his nickname, bringing back the memory of their first meeting all those years ago now. Time had certainly flown.

“Good morning,” he replied, taking a step closer to her slowly and deliberately.

His dark eyes held her gaze steadily for a moment before he suddenly lunged playfully for her mane, trying to grab it between his teeth and give it a mischievous tug.

VALENTINE
you bleed just to know you’re alive



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