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 29, 2016 at 05:39:41 PM by S H A M WARI & Paradiso
I was not expecting to see Samhain today, or any day really, as he appeared to rarely be around as of late. I took note of this behavior but decided early on it required no immediate action. Samhain may think he was good at hiding his feelings, but they were readily apparent to me. He was young and going through something. His life had been uprooted and his sister was all that remained of what was once a robust family. He was angry -- I would be too -- and he was too young to understand that this was just the way life works. He would be uprooted again. His sister would grow up to be a adult mare capable of making her own decisions that would eventually not include her brother. He will learn and he will mature the more he endures. So when the painted stallion approaches us in a calm and relaxed fashion, I merely bob my head and nicker to him. He's welcome in our masculine circle. We were, after all, the only stallions who live here. It was good to see him. "You smell like your father." I say in a playful manner, but still a sly quip to let him know I can tell he'd been to Tinuvel recently. Again, this didn't bother me. He knew he could come and go as he pleased. I had hoped he would settle into a role where he could assist me in managing the herd. But perhaps he needed to get more of this youth-driven angst out of his system. Samhain offers to be an escort to the Dunes and my gaze settles on Paradiso, curious of how he would react to this. I hadn't seen the two talk much, if ever, and it's apparent on Paradiso's face that he is a little timid in Samhain's company. The appaloosa boy's blue gaze darts to the grass at our hooves and then to me before he smiles politely to the stallion. "Sure. That would be cool." Paradiso says, flicking his short tuft of a tail wildly across his haunches. He looks to me again. I can tell he's getting antsy. The boy can barely stand in place. "I think I'm going to go find Ostara. See you later." And with that, he tears off down the hill and into the reeds at an awkward and elongated trot. I chuckle a bit as he goes, grabbing him by the rump with my teeth if only for a second before he's out of reach and headed toward the mares in the distance. Then I settle back onto Samhain. "You good?" Is all I say, eyeing him up and down now. He looks so much like his father. My tail drifts idly in the humid breeze and tow firey red lobes swivel forward and back. "I'm sending that one to live in the Bay soon. You know them over there?" I'm curious of Samhain's intel. Clearly I don't know Nephilim's children, but I trust the stallion I grew up with. However, it's possible that I value a Tinuvel-born resident's opinion more. "And I may need your help locating his sister in the near future, if you're up for it." 
| 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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