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 October 7, 2016 at 02:56:58 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. I knew there was something unique about Petal the moment I laid eyes on her at the Crossing that day. She was different from the rest of us. Worldly in her own right. Perhaps it was wrong of me to want to capture her and keep her to myself here in the Prairie. So when Petal confesses that she is ready to leave, I merely sigh, a heavy, hot breathe leaving through my flared nostrils as I register this. I wasn't surprised by her restlessness. I too had an itch to wander and explore. It's what lead me to the mainlands for all those years. But it's also what drew me back here. I only returned when I had satisfied my hunger for adventure. I smile weakly at the light colored mare, my head drooping low beneath my chest as I admired her. I nicker to her softly as I see the moisture build in her eyelids, and a small, but weak, smirk cracks my whiskered lips. "There's nothing to forgive." I say, nickering again and taking a step toward her, my muzzle landing softly at her shoulder. "You deserve to see the world. Just know there's always a home for you here, whenever you need it." |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
OOC: Ugh, sorry this is short.
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