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 03:07:05 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. Creamy plumes of carbon dioxide rise from my flared nostrils in consistent huffs. The sides of my barrel ache with every passing rush of cool air. My eyes are trained on the buckskin mare in front of me as I eagerly await to hear what she has to say. Two copper lobes are pricked forward at attention. I study her now, her long legs and lean frame, her short and glistening coat. This mare was bred for the Desert. She looks every bit the part of a character that hails from Salem. I make note of her manners and poise, something I assume is important to Gabbar, and will be sure to remind him of his interaction the next time I see him. When Avangeline introduces herself, I merely bob my heavy cranium, but remain silent, waiting for more information. A stricken look seeps into the mare's delicate features and my heart sinks. Her brief, nervous glare is all I need to confirm my suspicions. Something had happened to my mother. My heart is beating furiously in my chest. My core grows warm, almost hot enough to cause me to break a sweat, as blood is pumped through my body. For a moment, all I can hear is the thud of my elevated heart beat in my ears. Then Avangeline speaks again. An anger bubbles up in my gut and my eyes narrow into tight slits when the mare mentions the Lagoon. A pang of fear flashes through me as I think of Evaline and Kasabian together. There is no time. I must get to the Crossing Isle immediately. Gabbar may be too late. I begin to prance in place almost frantically, my head twisting from side to side, eyes scanning the snow-spotted Prairie for the fair colored drum stallion named Samhain. I turn back to Avangeline again, finally feeling like I am capable of speaking. It seems inappropriate to thank her for bringing me a message such as this. But I am. I hope she can see that in my eyes. "I must go. Feel free to stay and rest for as long as you like." My response was short, curt, and I was already galloping away before the last words left my lips. I sounded off a bugle for Samhain, and headed straight for the shore. |
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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