The Lost Islands
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HEAD OF THE PRAIRIE
zevulun
SECONDARY THIRD
castillon lir
GUARDIANS
jasper, micah, thames, lohan
 
RESIDENTS OF THE PRAIRIE
hirka, eira, aura
 eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret
lior, hael, atropa belladonna
vernonia		 name, name, name
 
CHILDREN OF THE PRAIRIE
eriana, name, name
 *odette, eudora, *dolores
adira		 name, name, name
 
ALLIES
ENEMIES
rafe (badlands)
evrain (hills)
sephiroth (thicket)
bacardi (forest)
mariael (arch)
tyr & oswin (ridge)
none
 
GUIDELINES

- 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
Live through this lie
Posted on December 5, 2016 at 10:29:07 PM by S H A M WARI







Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.


I study the stallion's peculiar speech. He is so collected, his words and thoughts so calculated. He reminds me so much of Gabbar and Valve. It's interesting how similar those of certain breeds really were. It reminds me of the fierce loyalty exhibited by both leaders of the Dunes. They made excellent allies, and I could never repay them for the effort they showed to bring Evaline back home. If Al-Hattaal is any way related to, or known by those in the Dunes, I saw no reason not to trust him. A lone brown ear lobe flicked forward and back when the dark stallion mentions a time in which he had visited the Prairie in the past. A palomino mare.A small, but weak, smirk makes its way across my lips for but a second, and I snort with interest. "I imagine the mare didn't welcome you warmly." I say with a short stomp of a front hoof and the swipe of my tail.

I bob my head as he makes his intentions clear. I allow a brief bit of silence to span between us, and for the first time since I engaged Al-Hattaal, I allow my gaze to drift over the otherwise empty Prairie around us. "I could use the help, if you're willing to earn your keep." I say bluntly, eyeing the dark stallion now. "My name is Shamwari. I was born here, and raised by the stallion you must have met that day." I begin to explain. I step forward, arching my neck to offer an friendly exchange of breathes before turning to head further into the terrain, fully expecting Al-Hattaal to follow along. "Forgive the theatrics from earlier. We had a neighbor for a short while in the Forest who wasn't very friendly."

"We are a small group, but a close one. You and yours are welcome to join our fold." I say, eyeing him to see if he was, in fact, alone. "Do you by chance know a mare by the name of Valve? Or a stallion, Gabbar, from Salem?"



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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