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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 December 15, 2016 at 05:08:30 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The land is warm and humid, but the growth of spring continues into summer across the Prairie. I take brief reprieve in the passing breeze, closing my eyes momentarily as it ruffles through the matted strands of my thick mane. Droplets from my drink still pool at the bottom-most part of my maw, and drip back into the river from there. I inhale deeply, stomping one front hoof further into the seeping mud and assess the scene before us. The Prairie is quiet, almost too quiet. Asp has seemingly abandoned his post in the Forest. But strangely, Paradiso never returned. I'd never seen Menkhet since that time I agreed to send Paradiso to her aid. I snort again, attempting to rid these worries from my mind and turn to look at Larka again. She asks a question and I flick my thick tail over my haunches before responding. "It does not. It feeds into a lake in the Forest, I believe. Legend has it that Luthien used to be twice the size it is now. But part of the island crumbled into the sea some years ago." I'd heard the story as a child. My mother used to tell it to me to scare me and keep me in line. But the folklore of the event existed beyond the walls of the Prairie. Perhaps there were still horses here who remembered the occurrence, if it, in fact, happened. "I can't wait for you to meet the rest of the herd." I say with a gentle smirk across my mug, watching her as she edged herself closer to the river. "So, do you like it here?" |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
sorry this is so bad. We should start a fresh thread soon! :)
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- [x] - By Vinyl December 21, 2016 at 02:54:05 PM
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