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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

All Hallowed
Posted on August 6, 2016 at 09:44:21 PM by Samhain

are the dead really silent? �You smell like your father.� I smell like the bitter cold and sweet salt of the tundra and the oceans around it. The sulfur that lurks just beneath the earth�s surface of Tinuvel. The land the clung to the lives of those who lived there just as those who lived there often clung to life.

Was this place not better?

I study Shamwari, taking note of his teasing tones. He was a good man, a good leader, a good friend. I held no shame in visiting my home, but I felt shame for a torn loyalty between the past and the present. Still, even the tie of smell to that of my father was enough to strengthen my pride.

The boy all but flees our presence for that of my sister. Eyes narrow at his retreating hooves. I mean no aggression towards the boy, but I understand the changing of natures and the shifting of time. Ostara would be spoken to before the seasons come. He was a good boy, but she was whimsical. I did not understand a broken heart, and I would not let her know one.

Once the boy was gone I returned my attention to my Lead. His simple question caught me off guard. I had been silent the majority of my time here. My nature both blood and spirit kept me close but not close enough. The seasons alone in the shadows with my mother, but moments in the sun with my sire combined to a confused and unstable perfect balance. A deep, though unfounded trust.

Unsure. I answer simply before attempting to expand. Yes� conflicted. But loyal. I am your man. My ears flick and I sigh. I truly am not much of a conversationalist. Unless that which I speak to is dead.

My gaze flicks away from Shamwari and to the general direction of Tinuvel. I nod pleasantly. I know them well. The mare of the Bay was my first friend. She takes care of her own, and protects what is her�s. Once more I contemplate the retreating form of the colt in question. I believe he would do well there. I remember the ferocity with which Mariael protects her sister and cares for those around her. So long as Paradiso did not wrong her, she would defend him with what she could.

I could not smother the interest I took in Shamwari�s offer of the future. More than willing to help. Anything to possibly ease the restlessness in my blood.

gypsy vanner mutt; XY; perlino tobiano;pagan x peyton;lost heir

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Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI August 9, 2016 at 02:47:55 PM

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