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 31, 2016 at 07:25:18 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. I find myself lounging underneath the expanse of a withering old oak tree, many of the tree's leaves frail and dead underneath my hard and heavy hooves. Winter would soon be in full force among the isles. There's a brisk crispness to the air. It stings in my lungs with every passing breathe. In the distance I spy the spotted frame of a young stallion -- my half brother Paradiso -- who wasn't much of a colt anymore. Our permanent visitors from Tinuvel aren't far off. The familiar scents of Dreadbite, Petal and Brienne linger in the distance. The Prairie is safe and calm as the weather begins to cool. The reeds snap like twigs under my dull hooves now instead of bending and wriggling like they do in the spring and summer. Soon snow will blanket this place. I silently hope for a mild season this year. My gaze falls back onto the boy in the distance as he grazes not far from his only friend, Ostara. They've grown so much since they were first introduced to one another. I am thankful to Pagan for bringing her here. Paradiso is lucky to have had such a strong bond with a friend during his adolescence. But he is no longer a child. I have weaned him from his mother and now I must wean him from the family he's come to love here. It's time for him to leave the island of Luthien, the place he was born and probably the only place he's ever been during his short life. I know he won't like it when I tell him, but it's part of life. I eye Samhain now as my thoughts linger on this. Perhaps Paradiso could learn something from this young stallion. Samhain has never taken kindly to being misplaced, but he at least survived it. And he had something to show for it -- he was my second, an ally and a friend, and someone I depended on here. Like Samhain, Paradiso had a better purpose than wandering aimlessly around his home turf. Now was the time for him to start that next chapter. I issue a gentle bugle for them both, my whiskered lips parting and a deep, baritone whinny carries out across the brisk autumn air and over the rolling hills to where they stood. I waited patiently for them to arrive, standing stoically under the dipping sun, its afternoon glow illuminating my red frame in a firey light. |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
Replies:
- All Hallowed - By Samhain September 4, 2016 at 09:36:10 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI & Paradiso September 8, 2016 at 02:59:57 PM
- Live through this
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