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 November 8, 2016 at 03:18:10 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. In this moment, in this fleeting though exhilarating period of time spent totally encapsulated by Larka, I am free. I am free of the worries that wait for me once she becomes a staple part of our herd. I am free of the guilt that still rumbles in my gut over what happened to my mother, Evaline, and what came of my brother, Kasabian. In this moment, I can't feel the fear of the uncertainty for what's become of Petal, a former herd member, and my brother, Paradiso. All of the issues that keep me awake at night, that buzz around my head until my sight blurs and sharp pains urge me to amble aimlessly all night. I watch the silver mare now and take a deep breathe. The sides of my barrel expand and then fall suddenly with a heavy exhale. I admire the way she takes in the Prairie, the way her eyes sparkle as she registers the vastness of it. I don't want this moment to end. The jaunt across the terrain feels so good. It's almost as if my chest is cracked open by the sudden exertion, and the weight of everything is released from me. I halt at the top of the hill, nostrils flaring as my lungs fill with breathe. A small smile finds it ways across my whiskered maw as I watch Larka move. It's poetry in motion; her steps are light and lofty, as if she's floating across the terrain. When she reaches me I nicker eagerly, taking in her strong perfume. A chill runs down the length of my spine when she reaches for me, her nip landing lightly against my shoulder. I want to touch her, I want to wrap my neck over hers and just drift away. But before I can do anything, Larka is moving again, her hooves fast against the earth. she calls out to me and my smirk widens. I toss my heavy cranium high over my withers, sending the matted strands of my brown mane to lap against my thick neck, and carry on down the hill after her. My dull and chipped hooves beat the earth like daggers, giving way to a thundering beat. I can hear the cool wind in my ears and I am thankful for this moment. I whinny wildly to Larka, cocking my head back as I pass her and venture east, our bodies rising and falling with every sloping hill we conquer. Eventually the Prairie's lone water source, a rustling river snakes its way through the distance and disappears into the brush toward the Forest. I only slow my pace from a gallop to a canter to a trot as we approach it, coming to halt at the river's bank, where my hooves sink easily into the soft mud. I nicker to Larka before lowering my head to drink. "This river runs from one end of Luthien to the other." I say once I've had my fill. "For the most part, it is safe to wade in. Though the current can be dangerous and prone to flooding in the spring and summer months." |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
Replies:
- Im screaming out, wide awake; - By LARKA December 1, 2016 at 07:12:08 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI December 15, 2016 at 05:08:30 PM- [x] - By Vinyl December 21, 2016 at 02:54:05 PM
- Live through this
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