zevulun |
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| SECONDARY | THIRD | |
| castillon | lir | |
jasper, micah, thames, lohan | ||
| hirka, eira, aura |
eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret lior, hael, atropa belladonna vernonia |
name, name, name |
| eriana, name, name |
*odette, eudora, *dolores adira |
name, name, name |
evrain (hills) sephiroth (thicket) bacardi (forest) mariael (arch) tyr & oswin (ridge) |
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- 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 | ||
Posted on May 9, 2016 at 04:00:55 PM by S H A M WARI
I find myself lounging underneath the expanse of a withering old oak tree, many of the tree's leaves frail and dead underneath my hard and heavy hooves. Winter is in full force here among the isles, and I'm grateful for the relatively mild conditions that plague the Prairie. A thin layer of snow coats the tall reeds, but it doesn't blanket the terrain entirely. There's a brisk crispness to the air. It stings in my lungs with every passing breathe. In the distance I spy the golden frame of my mother and her growing boy -- the spotted colt is nearly her height these days. Our permanent visitors from Tinuvel aren't far off. Even the scent of some neighboring dwellers in the forest linger at the edges. I've started to grow something here. I can see the roots taking hold. I allow my rump to rub against the rough bark of the aging oak, taking comfort in the gentle scratch, the thick red hairs that make up my heavy winter coat fraying at the edges. 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
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- All Hallowed - By Samhain May 25, 2016 at 03:39:47 PM
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- All Hallowed - By Samhain June 3, 2016 at 01:42:31 AM
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