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 September 16, 2016 at 04:59:37 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Anger seethed through the tawny stallion as Petal spat out her last words before moving away. He had been enjoying their banter, well, at least the end of it where he was able to poke fun at the slight mare. But clearly she'd had enough and had chosen to slink away. Nevertheless, Kasabian reveled in the moment of when her facial features changed, of when she went from being hopefully apprehensive about his company to just plain disgusted. All of this was a ruse of course, a game Kasabian liked to play. And Petal followed the rules perfectly. Now he had every reason go out and hunt her. Perhaps he'd give her a little parting gift in the form of his teeth ripping at her flesh, before he'd track her down at a later time. The buckskin stallion pinned his ears as she began to walk away, cackling somewhat under his breathe in response to her cool and sassy exit remark. "You were no help anyway, you stupid little doll." He hollered after her, his dark tail whipping back and forth across his haunches as he hobbled to face her, his green eyes watching as moved into the brush in the distance and out of view. "Until we meet again, sweetest Petal!" He shouted after her, his ear lobes still laced low against his poll, buried deep within the unkempt strands of his dark mane. There he caught the sound of the thundering strides of another and a smile etched its way across his whiskered maw. Petal had indeed served her purpose whether she meant to or not. Kasabian cocked his head to one side to see the stocky chestnut stallion coming at with him impressive speed and with no intentions of halting. But he didn't falter. He merely watched with some half-hearted interest as the stallion slid to a stop in front of him in some kind of impressive display of masculinity. Kasabian snorted at him and barred his teeth as he hobbled backward a few steps on his ailing hip, warning him not to strike out at him. "Not even a hello or a smile for your dearest older brother?" Kasabian hissed, his green eyes narrowed on the form of his more cunning, and more fit, younger brother. If only he had managed to keep his alliance a bit longer, Shamwari would have made a good solider in the Lagoon. But it was too late for that. While their relationship was tumultuous at best, he knew Shamwari didn't hate him. He was the only family he had left that would at least consider coming to his aid, if he needed it. Kasabian hoped to exploit this. When the chestnut stallion asks about Petal, Kasabian passes a lazy gaze in the direction the mare took and snorts. "Oh please, she's fine. A bit dim-witted, but otherwise just fine." The stallion says with the roll of his eyes. "But let's make this short. I don't want to be here any longer than you do." Kasabian said, taking a few short steps closer to his brother. The dark, soft skin around his muzzle flare as he takes in his brother's scent, searching desperately for any traces of Evaline. He doesn't find any immediately so his eyes scan the Prairie once more before sizing up the chestnut stallion once again. "I'm looking for our mother." He blurts out honestly, his green eyes wide and unusually soft. "I heard she lived here for a while. Even popped out some more siblings for us. Where is she?" KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |