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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
still waters run deep
Posted on December 26, 2016 at 04:57:37 PM by BRIENNE





When her name left Shamwari's lips, Brienne felt a ripple of giddiness pass through her. Though she would probably never be able to speak it herself, and relied on others to do that for her, she wore her name with pride. It was a badge Shamwari had bestowed upon her: Bright Eyes, Bri for short. She still remembered the day he had given it to her, and how overwhelmed with emotion she had become. It was so similar to her true name, the name that no one would ever know, that she had taken it for a sign. To this day it was a reminder that Shamwari had given her a new life, something that she would be eternally grateful for.

Al-Hattaal, she repeated mentally, and offered the petite stallion a tiny nod of acknowledgement. It was a strange name, one she was glad she would never have to pronounce out loud, and it cemented her impression that the stallion was from a faraway land. She studied him with a shy curiosity from beneath the curve of Shamwari's neck, focusing in particular on the strange curve of his nose. It was unlike her own, which curved toward the right rather than up or down, but it was pronounced enough that it made him stand out from the various other straight-nosed horses that she was used to encountering. He did not seem to be in the least bit self-conscious of it, however, which she found remarkable. It made her thoughtful about her own deformity.

Then came Larka. Bri knew the other mares of the prairie by name, having overheard them in conversation, but she had made a point of keeping her distance from them since the day they had arrived in the prairie. It was not that she disliked other mares, or was jealous of them exactly - though she often admired their strong, curvaceous, able bodies - it was more that she feared being rejected by them. She had grown up in a small herd of exclusively mares, and knew that as soon as they came together there would likely be a silent, subtle struggle as they sorted out the ranks between them. And in Brienne's experience, any hierarchy always involved her being at the bottom.

She returned Larka's friendly smile with a quick twitch of her lips before dropping her eyes to the ground.


BRIENNE
9; palomino overo; wry-nosed & mute; 15.1hh


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