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
Live through this lie
Posted on April 22, 2016 at 04:52:20 PM by S H A M WARI


Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.



Back and forth and back and forth.

The swims to and from the Crossing to Luthien were getting easier. The constant churning of my legs and ultimately the muscles underneath my firey hide seemed to be doing me some good. I felt fit. My heaving build ripped from underneath my coat. Despite the dropping temperatures of the looming colder seasons, I was making the trek via ocean in record times. But the constant trips were becoming irksome in some ways, if not exhausting.

I was doing what I thought I should do. What I always thought Valentine would do in this situation. I had acquired the land. Now it was time to build it. And in order to do that, I had to bring back others to live here and cultivate it with me. Most of the time I felt pretty good about my decision to settle here. The Prairie was a vast and rich terrain and experienced mild seasons. It was a coveted spot, one I had to be willing to protect and defend.

It was still rather quiet here, despite some recent activity as of late. Samhain and his sister had joined us from the Inlet after a strange agreement was made with Pagan. My mum, Evaline, refused to leave after Valentine disappeared. It was a topic she refused to discuss, though with Paradiso at her side as a constant reminder that he abandoned her, I assume the wound was still quite fresh.

Despite our few numbers, we were growing. And we are healthy and strong.

One ginger-colored ear lobe flicked forward and back at the sounds of snapping twigs and crushed leaves in the brush. I spied a flash of black and white among the foliage. It was interesting enough for my nostrils to flare, searching for a familiar scent. My heavy cranium is raised high over my withers as I wait for the intruder to emerge, my current position giving me a good vantage point of what (or who) was to come without giving away my whereabouts.

The mare stumbles out into open pastureland and I watch her for a minute more curiously. She smells of the forest, scantly of Olaf, a brute I've never met but one I knew I didn't like. Kasabian talked about him some -- my buckskin brother had defeated him in battle once when he came for his home. I neigh to her now, announcing my descent, hoping to resolve whatever reason drove her here quickly and without theatrics. I didn't need trouble with my neighbor. I pick up an eager three-beat canter and glide down the hill to meet her.

"You seem a little lost." I say as I approach, my muzzle extended, plumes of carbon dioxide expelled as I offer her a friendly exchange of breathe.



| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury




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