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 August 5, 2016 at 04:40:40 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't really all that hard either. Now with a few recruits under his belt, Kasabian was free to wander the isles and begin collecting pertinent information. Shamwari was here. He'd seen him in the Crossing. The question he needed answered was where his younger brother was living these days. It wasn't all that difficult to figure out. Shamwari had gone and started himself a herd. The Prairie, of all places. The terrain Kasabian knew where Shamwari had been born. The Prairie was also the last place he knew Evaline had lived. So the buckskin stallion set out from the Crossing Isle, his ailing hip seething in protest as he kicked against the surf, his green eyes set on the island of Luthien. Enough time had passed since Kasabian had run into his brother with that foolish mare in the common. He was due to pay Shamwari a visit. The stallion emerged on the shoreline of the Luthien a soaking mess. He hopped along on three legs as his hip burned from the exertion of the swim and only came to rest once he'd left the soft sands of the beach and emerged into the tall grasses of the Prairie. There he stood for a long moment, the sides of his barrel rising and falling in quick huffs, and one ankle resting while he waited for the throbbing pain in hip to subside. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |