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 16, 2016 at 05:45:30 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The silence that spans between us is painful and feels never ending. I hang limply in it, my head held low over Bri but my muscles are otherwise lax and unmoving. I do nothing until I feel Bri begin to stir, the mare's thin body pivoting some as she finally turns her head so I can see her now. Our eyes meet, though briefly, and my heart breaks as I look at her sad, wide eyes and tear-stained face. My barrel rises just before I expel a hoarse huff of an exhale, and offer yet another empty nicker to her. I hated seeing her like this. But my mind is too hazy to try to begin to comprehend what's wrong. I allow my gaze to move over her now, looking for any obvious or immediate afflictions that could have led to where we are now. But I see nothing. "Are you alright?" I finally muster, my tone low and deep. A pair of chestnut ear lobes swivel forward and at attention while I await her reaction. Immediately I feel guilty. I feel awful for ignoring her, and the rest of our small family here, during what has been the most trying period of my short life. I feel guilty for not coming to her when I was at my worst. Even in this stressed interaction, her company manages to lift me up. I feel less alone. Sometimes I wish Bri could talk to me. That she could distract me from the weight of things with chatter about her day. I swallow hard as I realize how selfish this thought is, and I expel it from my mind. "So much has happened..." I begin. My barrel rises again as I steady myself. I haven't told anyone about the details of what I saw in the Lagoon that day. Even with Valve and Gabbar, who witnessed the same scene. We operated silently after that, picking up the pieces that was the emotional state of my mother, and helping her get back to Salem. But once I begin the words just keep coming. I start from the beginning. I tell Bri about how Evaline lived here and this was where I was born. I tell her more about Valentine, because I know I've already talked about him to her before. I tell her how I traded my mother away to Gabbar when I heard Kasabian returned. I told her about the tumultuous relationship I had with my brother, and the fears I harbored silently for so long about his mental state. I told her about the distraction that came when Asp returned to Luthien, and how I had foolishly gotten Paradiso involved. I told Bri about Kasabian's visit to Prairie, where he assaulted Petal, and her decision shortly after to leave the herd altogether. Then that day came when the buckskin mare from the Dunes arrived and told me what I had feared most -- Kasabian had captured Evaline. I told Bri about the events that transpired that day, how Valve killed Kasabian when I couldn't. I told her that the image of his lifeless body still haunted me in my dreams. I told her about my mother, how beaten she was, how she'd barely survived child birth and how she returned to the Dunes with two new children. I told her how I refused to look at their little bodies. I told her I couldn't trust myself to be around them. "I want to bring them all home." I said, defeated and exhausted at the end of it. "But Evaline, she won't come. Maybe she sees the darkness in me when I look at those foals. Not unlike Kasabian." I gulped and looked away for a long moment. "And I don't know where Paradiso is." I hang my head low again, but allow my weight to fall into hers as she pressed up against me. "I'm so sorry." |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
Replies:
- still waters run deep - By BRIENNE November 26, 2016 at 01:18:41 PM
- Live through this
lie- By S H A M WARI December 5, 2016 at 10:15:10 PM- [x] - By Brienne December 10, 2016 at 02:08:12 PM
- Live through this
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