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 26, 2016 at 05:42:47 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. I am restless. Maybe it stemmed from whatever feelings lingered about Kasabian's brash and intense entrance into the Prairie. Maybe it was because of the look on Petal's face in the aftermath of that, and knowing in my heart that I wasn't enough to keep the pretty, little mare content here. Or maybe it was because I knew I must send Paradiso away, and I hated knowing that my entire family would soon be dispersed all over the islands instead of at home in the Prairie, where we all belong. Dull hooves continue down the familiar path as I patrol our borders. The trail through the light snow here is well worn. Mud seeps and bubbles where its deepest in the middle. There are few other tracks within it that match the size and scope of my own. I was rounding the edge of the treeline which created the border between the Menkhet's Forest and my own home when the call of someone unfamiliar cut through the cool winter air. I halted instinctively, raising my heavy cranium high over my withers as my nostrils flared. I couldn't see the intruder over the quiet, rolling hills in the distance, but I could smell her feminine perfume. I urge my stocky frame into a far-reaching three-beat gait, my hooves striking the cold, hard ground in a succession of dull thumps. As I crest one of the last hills before the Prairie turned to the sand and the smell of the sea would be thick in the air, I see her, a strange buckskin mare waiting patiently for someone to arrive. She doesn't look familiar but I can smell Gabbar on her. This realization sends chill down the length of my spine, which makes the thick copper-colored hairs of my bushy, winter coat stand on edge for a second. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I think of my mother. I am eager to reach this stranger, and slow only once I am just a few feet away. My heavy frame slides in the melting snow until I come to an abrupt but full halt in front of her. Two brown ear lobes are forward and alert, even with the wispy strands of my forelock wrapped around one. "Hello." I say quickly, eyeing her while my nostrils flare, sending creamy exhales out into the cold air. There is a look on her face that makes me understand something important is at hand. I am eager to hear what she has to say. "What is it?" |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
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- i'll be the blood if you'll be the bones - By avangeline September 30, 2016 at 08:11:23 AM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI October 7, 2016 at 03:07:05 PM
- Live through this
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