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 27, 2016 at 02:26:12 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The sun was high in the sky at midday, its rays warming the copper top of my brown, bushy coat while I pawed at the brittle remains of reeds hidden beneath the season's light layer of snow. Creamy plumes of carbon dioxide evaporated into the brisk air with every exhale. My legs were stained dark and wet from the moisture of the snow at my ankles, but luckily the snowfall had been kind of the island of Luthien this year. One dark brown lobe twitched as I munched on a tasteless, soaked reed and swallowed. I wouldn't say I was in a foul mood, but I wasn't very happy either. 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. Two brown ear lobes prick forward as the sound of an unfamiliar, masculine call breaks through the natural silence of the Prairie on this particular day. Almost immediately, they lay flat against my poll and my mood further sours. Too many had breached the borders of my home lately, wandering in here with no respect for me or my family at all. While I'd rather avoid confrontation at all costs, I am on perturbed and on edge because of the events as of late, and my mind is awhirl with irritation and aggression. Perhaps I had been going about this all wrong. Perhaps it was I who had be more stern and hostile to outsiders in order to keep the haven I'd created here safe. I stood still for some time, my right hip cocked high as I rested my right hind leg underneath, but my dark stare was bright and wide. My whiskered nostrils flare as I chew absentmindedly at what remained of my snack and I watched him. I couldn't get a good read on his scent from this distance, but I know that I'd never seen this stallion before on Luthien. This was as good of a time as any, I assumed, to send the message home with these nomads. I would not tolerate strangers anymore. I inhale deeply before sounding off my own bugle in response to the intruder, alerting him of my presence before I amble across the snow-spattered, rolling hills at a lumbering two-beat gait. As I approach I can't help but feel an odd sense of deja vu. This stallion looks familiar. Just as I approach, slowing my stocky frame to a walk and then a halt a few feet from the fellow, it hits me. The Lagoon. I stare hard down my nose at the painted stallion, my eyes wide and wild as I assess how best to handle the situation going forward. Part of me tells me still to chase him out. But another part wants to give him the chance to explain himself. If he was, in fact, a brother from the Lagoon, perhaps he wasn't necessarily a threat. I snort in annoyance with myself and paw at the light layer of snow under my dull hooves. "Do I know you?" |
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 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
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