zevulun |
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| 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 December 5, 2016 at 10:15:10 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. I felt lighter in the aftermath. Woozy and a bit dizzy, but relieved somewhat, that I had finally divulged what had happened to someone else. I revel in Bri's touch. A chill shoots up the length of my spine as I feel her press herself further into me. And suddenly, nothing else matters. I am relaxed here, drifting away with her in the breeze, as if we're nothing more than a pair of reeds mixed with the many others rooted all around us. A warm breeze drifts across the Prairie now and for a moment I'm no longer here. I'm revisiting the Prairie through the eyes of my younger self, and seeing the terrain as it was when I was just a boy again, when Valentine was still here and the herd was robust and active. This land had seen so much life and death. So much had changed over the course of a few seasons. When Bri pivots and looks at me I feel the strange tightness in my gut again that rouses only for her. I stand quietly as she gently reaches for my face, closing my eyes as I feel her intimately move her muzzle along the lines of my long dial. When I open my eyes I see her trembling. I step forward and allow my nose to rest softly at her poll, my nostrils flaring as I am further dizzied by her scent. And then I whisper. "You are my everything." I want to tell her that every fiber of my being is determined to protect her. That despite my misgivings, I would never let what happened to Evaline ever happen to her. My problems have not suddenly been lifted nor taken away. They're still there, wretched and glued to me. I would have to leave soon to find Paradiso. I know I wouldn't be able to sleep without visiting Salem to check on Evaline and then Vita Nova. But with Bri, life seems a little brighter. There is something to keep working for. There will always be her. She slides up close to me again and I can feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I admire her skinny frame. I circle her, rubbing the sides of my barrel against her as I do so. And I realize that I want Bri to be the mother of my children, of my heir. Of the family that will continue to cultivate the Prairie when we're long gone. |
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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- [x] - By Brienne December 10, 2016 at 02:08:12 PM
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