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 26, 2016 at 08:42:48 PM by S H A M WARI
Barely visible plumes leave my nostrils in consistent, gentle huffs. I groan gently as I quench the itch, my weight shifting from one sturdy hind leg to another as I press off the tree I've come to use as my personal scratch pad. Never in my life would I have guessed that I'd end up here -- the place of my birth, the territory where I spent the bulk of my adolescence, still in the company of my mother, no less. But stranger things have happened. My journey with Kasabian, for one. I wondered briefly if Evaline knew. If she could smell the scent of her first born on me when I first returned. I wondered if she even remembered what her first son smelled like. Or looked like. I wonder if she ever thought of him at all. I don't know why I have a soft spot for him. The buckskin stallion is cruel most of the time and his thoughts are fleeting and irrational. Something in his mind has given way. There's a madness there and I can't help but worry if it's in me too. There are brief glimpses of a kind soul in him somewhere. That's what kept me around for so long. This new life in the Prairie still feels so foreign after my years roaming with Kasabian. Every day I awake and am reminded I'm here. But there's no Valentine. Just me, and mum and those that I've invited or inherited. Samhain and his sister are inherited, gifted, in a sense. The exchange with their father is still fresh in my mind, and it's still just as bewildering as when he was here. He'd given me his children. I understood he wanted them to have a home, and a safe one. But with me? A stallion who had attempted to rob from him? A stranger? That's what I couldn't wrap my head around. But they're here no less. And I keep watch over them like I would anyone else. Samhain is clearly agitated about the situation. The young stallion is smart. He's protective of his sister. Pagan was right about him. But still I struggle to find the appropriate role to take with him. I am not Valentine. I do not have the years of experience he had when he took me in and raised me as his own. And clearly I'm not Pagan. So I've kept my distance, providing for them when basic needs called, otherwise moving on to the others. When I see the young stallion striding toward me in the distance I barely move. I watch him from behind brown eyes as he cuts easily across the open sparce of the Prairie, not at all bothered by the cooler temperatures. I nicker to him as he gets closer, and accept his exchange of breathe with a lazy arch of my thick neck. He speaks and I remain quiet, all except my ears, which swivel back and forth as I search for an appropriate answer. I don't find one. "Nothing." Is all I manage to say. "Your father wanted you to have a home. You've got one." I snort as my weight shifts again, the firey red strands of my tail tick across my haunches. "What do you want from me?" 
| 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 June 3, 2016 at 01:42:31 AM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI June 6, 2016 at 03:41:38 PM
- Live through this
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