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 03:26:00 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The ground was soft and wet at my hooves, its fertile soil oozing with moisture with every step I took. The blinding snow patches that once covered the Prairie had seemingly disappeared, melting away to give life to new reeds and grasses underneath. There was still a chill in the air, perhaps the last clutches of winter still trying to hold its grasp, but every day brought us further into the new season. Winter had been a difficult stretch of time. Not necessarily because of the weather, but because of the events that transpired through those cold months. I nearly lost Evaline to Kasabian. Paradiso was still living with Menkhet in the Forest, aiding her in protecting her stretch of Luthien from a rogue stallion. Petal informed me she would be leaving the herd for good, be it temporary or permanent, I do not know. And I hadn't heard from Vita Nova since I found her in the Desert last fall. If there was ever a time that I could use a break, it was now. I stood under the bare branches of my favorite oak, the tree marking the beginning of a more densely thicketed terrain that gave way to the trail into the Forest. This particular tree had become my favorite scratch pad of sorts. And now that my bushy brown winter coat was giving way to a lighter spring one, I found myself visiting the trunk of the oak more frequently. I had finished my early morning patrol, just before the day's sun began to peek over the tops of the trees in the distance. Dreadbite was swollen with child, her belly drooping so far that I knew it could be any day now that she would bring our child into the world. When I saw that she was not with the herd this morning before my patrol, I was not perturbed. The two-tone mare had kept to herself most of the winter, be it the weather or her pregnancy, I couldn't know for certain. It made me realize how little I knew about the striking black and white mare. She came into my life so abruptly, but I was better for it. So when I spied her silhouette wandering across the sloping hills of the Prairie, the details of her frame blacked out by the blinding sun rising behind her, I merely stared for a while. She was a marvelous creature just to look at. As the sun continued to rise, my view of her began to clear. And at her side, I noticed a small, wobbling figure. The realization of this took my breathe away. It sent a chill down the length of my spine and I stood frozen for several seconds. At Dreadbite's side was our child. My first born. A smile found its way to my lips and I straightened up off the trunk of the tree. I ambled across the Prairie to greet them at a lumbering three-beat gait, slowing to walk several feet away. I nickered eagerly to Dreadbite as I approached, my brown eyes wide and ears perked forward as I assessed her and then the filly. I didn't know what to say so I just kept staring until I slid up to the painted mare's side and draped my head over her neck. |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
Replies:
- if you cannot bite, never show your teeth - By DREADBITE & MELUSINE October 16, 2016 at 10:05:54 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI October 21, 2016 at 05:47:28 PM
- Live through this
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