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 December 22, 2016 at 10:02:36 PM by Shamwari & Vita Nova
 Tell me, tell me I survived. There was a crispness to the air I hadn't felt in some time. It was strongest in the early morning hours, like now, when dew still clung to the tall reeds and grasses that licked my legs as I lazily strode through them. The dew, coupled with a low-lying fog that hung around for some weeks, was ushering in the start of autumn, and I could not be more grateful. I could feel it in my skin, the briskness of a slight drop in temperature, the copper-colored fur that made up my hide growing thicker by the day. The summer months had been tough. Not necessarily because of the warm weather, but because of how quiet it was on Luthien. It was harder to move on from the events that transpired the season prior, when Evaline had been taken from us. The numbers in the Prairie were smaller. Thus, my duties were thin. The days stretched on, the nights felt even longer. But the early signs of autumn gave me hope. Larka and Bri were both showing these days, promising new life and closer kinship among our family. Another season gone meant just more time between us and what had happened then. It meant that these wounds, which felt fresher some days than others, would further heal. Evaline had made it clear that she needed time before she wanted to see me. It was difficult to understand, and even moreso not to hover anyway. But I trust Valve to be keeping a watchful eye over her as she regains her strength. In an effort to distract myself, I had searched the Forest and found no signs of Paradiso. Both Menkhet and Asp's scents barely clung to the trails there anymore. Who knows where the boy had gone. Perhaps it was time to enlist his sister to help me find him. I ambled on this particular morning down well-worn trails in which my chipped, and dull hooves had taken me down before. It is early, too early for the rest of the herd to rise, but I am embark on my usual routine, wandering until I hit the shoreline and then returning to keep an eye over the herd again. Although this time, I am caught off guard by the form of another equine emerging from the depths of the sea by the time the grass turns to sand under my feet. I stand quietly, watching with interest as Vita Nova's frame becomes known, then I call out to her and meet her half way in the sand. She is a darker steely shade under her damp hide, but her features remind me so much of our mother it sends a chill down my spine. "Shamwari. Jeez, is it good to see you." She says before giving her hide a good shake, haphazardly splashing me with her end trails along the way. Her face is smudged into a scowl, not dissimilar from Evaline's, and she reminds me of a wet cat. "God, I hate the ocean." She spats and I can't help but smile. "Evaline does too." I remind her. "You're up early." I comment, searching her face now for worry lines. I don't think I can handle more bad news, but the worry leaves me as soon as she answers. "I-I felt I was overdue for a trip home." The young mare says with a weak smile, her crystal blue gaze leaving me to survey the hills in the distance. "It's been a while. Not since -- Valentine left" My gaze shifts to the sand between our bodies and I take a step toward her, pressing my muzzle to her soaken shoulder. "Well, it's good to see you too." My tongue emerges from between my whiskered lips as I lick away the salty residue there. We walk and talk for some time, grazing intermittently in between. We talked about my daughter, and the two more that were to come soon. She told me about Orhan's departure, about how quiet it was in the Desert too. The mare was mute, mostly, about Koray, Orhan's son who had taken over. She seemed distant and uninterested in talking about him, so I didn't pressure her. After what happened between her and Nephilim, I decide I don't necessarily want to know. Finally she asks about Paradiso. I don't hold back, and tell her I don't know where he's gone. My heart sinks as I look into her stricken eyes. "He's the smart one. I know he's alright." Silence spans for some time. "Have you seen mom lately?" It's the question I hoped she wouldn't ask, but here we are. My tail flicks anxiously over my haunches when I tell her "No. Have you?" She tells me yes. She tells me Gabbar is gone. She tells me that Evaline seems to have turned a new leaf, that whatever depressive spell she had been under seems to be dissipating. She says Valve has been good for her, that they seem close. I hang onto her words with bated breathe. My heart is beating feverishly in my chest. "But those foals... I can't will myself to make them feel like family." I grit my teeth and pretend to chew on nonexistent reeds. She breaks the silence once more. "If only Valentine could see us all now." |
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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