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 July 21, 2016 at 06:51:49 PM by S H A M WARI & Paradiso
I don't claim to be some wise guy who has it all figured out. Clearly I don't, but I do know that this life is what you make of it. I can't control the family I was born into or even my upbringing, though I understand I am more fortunate than most for the one I had. But I do know that if I had chosen to stay in the Lagoon where Valentine had dumped me, I would be living in another world right about now. I know that if I didn't choose to follow Kasabian to the mainlands, I wouldn't have grown into what I am today. I don't know if I would have wanted a family or a chance to build something like what I'm working on here in the Prairie. That said, this place is a hearth for those who want to be here. I do not own anyone who chooses to stay here. I merely welcome them into the fold. What they do next, whether they choose to stay or go, is up to them. Perhaps given the history of the more traditional herd dynamics here, this may be something I'll be forced to explain verbally at some point. But up until this point I think most understand what the rules are: there are none. All it took for most was to get them here. Like Brienne. We can't even communicate in most natural sense because she doesn't talk. But I got her here, and I like to believe that she's happy here now, even if she can't verbally tell me so. Nereid is another case all together. I took her away from someone else and brought her here hoping she too would see that life can be easy and relaxed. But the Prairie wasn't for her. I haven't seen her in many weeks. I smile when Petal returns my touch, nickering gently to her as I feel her light tugs upon the unkempt strands of my mane. I don't want her to disappear like Nereid. So I'll do my best to keep her happy and safe here. Maybe that way, she'll choose to stay here. I watch her as she skirts around me now, mesmerized by her lofty, though delicate movements. I follow obediently as she tears off through the reeds, red lobes pressed forward and listening to the plant stems as they bend and arch in the wake of her body moving carefully through. My own two-beat stride isn't nearly as graceful. My heavy, chipped hooves rock the soft earth in dull thuds, my stocky frame shuffling my weight back and forth as I stay in line with her trail. When she slows I circle her, lips parting as I nip carefully at her hind end. "Sure. This way." I say before I launch myself into a playful half-rear and bound off at a canter. My three-beat gait carries me swiftly through the rolling hills of the Prairie. A river cuts through the thicket to the east, edging its way along the border of my territory before diverting into the neighboring forest. I carry on at any easy gait, my mane lapping sloppily against my thick neck, until we reach the riverbank. I don't stop until my body has strode into the shallow waters, hooves sinking into the muddy soil. Only there, with the water lapping around my ankles, do I drop my head to drink. 
| 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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- and i felt delight - By p e t a l July 22, 2016 at 10:41:54 PM
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- in the morning i went - By p e t a l August 4, 2016 at 05:17:31 PM
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