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 12, 2016 at 04:36:35 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian allows his gaze to linger over this mare's feminine features. She was a stunning creature, pretty enough to spur a certain heat to rise in his gut and for desire to drive him closer to her. He was willing enough to put his full weight on his sore hip, wincing briefly as he shifted, but standing firmly despite the irritating burning sensation that continued to linger. He strode easily through the sand toward her, no sign of lameness at all, even if he could feel it internally. Kasabian respectfully extended his muzzle to share a breathe in greeting with the mare, his heart pounding in his chest as he anxiously awaited to take in her scent. He was salivating just thinking about how intoxicating it must be. He had failed at collecting the pretty ones during his stint as a band stallion in the Ridge. Clearly Shamwari had not. When Petal introduces herself he bobs his head. His sly smile widens when she says Shamwari will be glad to see him. How naive she is. He watches as she moves to investigate his hip further, golden lobes pinning briefly at the top of his poll, a momentary break in his otherwise harmless and friendly facade. She is gentle and curious, but doesn't move to touch him. It's possible Kasabian wouldn't have been able to hold himself back if she did. "That would be nice." Kasabian says quickly, gritting and his teeth and forcing a smile. He was growing bored with this roleplay. Part of his brain was telling him to mount her right now, and once finished, hustle her to the shoreline and bee-line it back to the Lagoon. Only there could he further enjoy her company in the way he wanted it. But that's not why he was here. He's here to see his brother. He's here for intel. He must not let insignificant mares like Petal distract him from what's most important. And that's finding Evaline. So Kasabian begrudgingly accepts her offer, and begins to walk forward away from the sand into the tall grasses of the Prairie. He eyes her occasionally while he stumbles forward, otherwise his eyes are peeled for the copper frame of his brother. "So has Shamwari introduced you to the rest of the family? Our mother, Evaline?" He asks, one ear flicked to the side as he awaits her answer. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |