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 June 16, 2016 at 02:58:28 PM by S H A M WARI


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



Her call whistles through the trees in the passing breeze. It reaches me loud and clear. The tone, the shrill shake of it dictating urgency. My brown eyes focus in the direction where the call came. I see nothing but the usual calm scene here: tall reeds and the occasional swaying tree. But the Prairie is eerily quiet in the wake of Evaline's call. I waste no time. I urge my heaving red frame forward, my thick pillars for legs consuming the ground underneath me in long, overreaching strides. My hooves strike the earth like dull daggers, beating it, digging into it, as my haunches continue to propel my heaving body forward.

I'm searching for her familiar golden frame in the sea of orange and tan, the reeds rich in color as the sun begins to set at the horizon. I stumble upon Paradiso and Ostara first. The colt looks to me with a flash of terror in his eyes as he huddles the thick low to the earth and the reeds blocking him from view. I whicker to them both quickly, firey red ear lobes pinned as a silent order is relayed to to stay put. The hills open up and I am moving with great speed now. My lungs expand and contract, my nostrils flare and roar as the air comes in and out, my fuel for more speed and more power.

I spy her alone at the edge of the terrain. Evaline is standing bold and close to a wall of foliage that defines the eastern border of our home. I can't see an intruder but I know he's here. Gabbar from the Dunes has finally found us. Nereid is no where to be seen and my heart sinks. Has he found the grey mare already? A rush of adrenaline washes over me as this fantasy sets in. All that turmoil, driving her against her will to Luthien, was for nothing. She knows me as nothing more than a thief. We had no time together in the Prairie to reconcile what I knew was a harsh and unfair introduction. But that doesn't matter now. Gabbar found us. A surge of warmth splinters through my veins, the heat, at its core, coming from deep in my gut. I envision crushing Gabbar's skull underneath my flat hooves if I indeed find him with Nereid. I may feel guilty for having stolen from him, for having selfishly uprooting Nereid's life, but I would die before I'd allow an intruder to steal from me, in my own home, no less.

I neigh, a hearty and hoarse call screeching through the sky as I announce my arrival. It's laced with rage, a venom I've only felt once before -- when I witnessed Pagan stand on his heels and lash out at my mother. My speed doesn't slow even as I approach. Not until I've surpassed Evaline and am planted firmly between her and the trees. My thick frame is solid, unmovable, the sides of my barrel rising and falling in quick huffs as I struggle to catch my breathe. I squeal, raising a front leg high to my chest and begin to paw furiously, my thick cranium swinging wildly with teeth barred in fair warning.

"I won't be fooled as easily as you were." I say coolly into the dark woods. "Show yourself, you coward."



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




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