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 25, 2016 at 05:12:06 PM by Ruger
Ruger stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf
The snow had begun to fall once more, layering across the stallion’s back. The flakes were so large that he could not see across the meadow; could barely see just in front of him if he were truthful. Ruger gave a snort, his breath clouding before him and drifted up towards the sky as did his golden eyes that looked towards the heavy grey clouds that seemed never ending. His lack of purpose seemed never ending as well. Ruger had become nothing more than a ghost drifting from one territory to another, going unnoticed and uncared for since his father’s departure. The very thought of Felony always left a vile taste in his mouth and his mood to go just as sour. But it was the thought of his father that gave Ruger an idea, one he had wished to have thought of before. Giving his body a shake, the knots of his mane slapping at his neck while he rid himself of the snow, the painted stallion turned and began a purposeful walk to the shores and the frigid waters. The swim lasted much longer than Ruger would have liked and his body shivered almost violently as he pulled himself up onto the shores of Luthien. The salty water clung to his thickened winter coat and even as he shook himself, the liquid still streamed down his body. Doing his best to ignore it, the stallion walked further up the shore to cast his gaze across the thickened trees that seemed to welcome and offer shelter. But what met his nose was not the familiar scents of Olaf or the one he truly sought; Jormungandr. The mare who always seemed willing to let his father have his way for more offspring. She was truly a tough mare, one of leadership that Ruger had no doubt would give him her full opinion and possibly what he should do with life. So Ruger was left with disappointment and a bitterness that he hadn’t expected when not finding her. Again the painted stallion was left to wander; to drift without purpose. He did not want to enter the territories knowing a fight would be had if he did. Ruger felt no desire for bloodshed, at least not at this time. There was nothing to drive on his hate and fuel the fire that was now dimmed and barely flickering within him. But as he wandered, something else caught his attention. Shamwari Stopping, Ruger picked up his crown as high as he could hold it with ears perked and golden eyes searching. He had caught the brute’s scent upon the breeze and now that he searched for the stallion Ruger realized he had made his way from the Forest’s edge to the Prairie’s and as it seemed, the once Lagoon stallion had made a new home for himself. Though Ruger had never actually met the stallion, he had seen him enough times to know his name and scent when they once shared a home. Tangled tail snapping at his sides a few times, Ruger turned and ventured a little further away from the shore and into the snowy land where the tall grasses still poked out to wave in the subtle winds. Lips parting, Ruger bellowed out a call for the lead stallion and hoped he would not have to wait long. |
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lie- By S H A M WARI September 27, 2016 at 02:26:12 PM- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger September 27, 2016 at 07:46:09 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI September 28, 2016 at 09:42:51 PM- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger October 11, 2016 at 06:59:58 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI October 11, 2016 at 09:27:44 PM
- Live through this
- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger October 11, 2016 at 06:59:58 PM
- Live through this
- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger September 27, 2016 at 07:46:09 PM
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