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
something my soul needs

and I am more than these bones
I feel love, I feel alone



Days passed. Oswin grew more restless in what she began to view as a prison sentence, stuck to the boundaries of the Prairie with no permission to leave; Calder grew older, developed a personality, and stuck close to his mother’s side; Dock carried on, in love with Valentine, at peace in the Prairie, and every day the memory of the palomino-flecked young stallion who stormed their home was further and further away. Thoughts of her first child had dimmed so much now that her life was filled with two children that Dock hardly thought of him at all. Most would say that wasn’t a way to face her troubles, but Dock didn’t know how to do it otherwise. This was her way of coping; what she didn’t think about could not upset her.

Valentine had protected her; Nephilim had not returned.

The herd, she realized, was growing smaller. Dock worried, and then felt surprise that she worried. She had not expected to grow close to anyone other than her children and Valentine but, somehow, over the course of time spent in the Prairie, she had.

“Mama,” came Calder’s soft boyish whisper (he was nearly a year now, how time flew) and Dock flicked her ears, turning her blues to him and then to the direction which he watched. Evaline. She remembered the mare well. Headstrong and prideful, the palomino mare was like many who’d once bossed Dock’s mother around when Dock was but a foal. However, Evaline had also once stepped in to protect her, when the thin black stallion had come to Luthien and Dock had been the first to cross his path.

She whinnied softly to her, welcoming her back, and began to move forward to meet her. Dock watched her warily, waiting for any sign of aggression (though she had no rightful reason to expect it) while Calder tailed behind her, ears forward and eyes wary on the stranger. “Evaline,” Dock greeted as she drew up short, studying the mare for a moment, “welcome home.”


dock
six year old 15.0hh cremello arabian crossbred mare
of the prairie, mother of nephilim, oswin, and calder



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