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 July 3, 2017 at 02:35:07 PM by S H A M WARI






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


A good trot across the rolling hills of my homeland was not lost on me, and despite the urgency of responding to the call of an unfamiliar equine, I reveled briefly in just how great it felt to move freely across the uneven terrain. The long, matted strands of my brown mane lapped eagerly against my thick copper neck as I moved, coming to rest atop it when my motion slowed as I neared the dark mare. One brown ear lobe flicked forward and back, and then the other, as I studied her. She seemed unsure of herself, though not aggressive nor defensive. And she did after all, call out to me, and not the other way around.

I was intrigued. It wasn't often that a stranger with kind intentions stumbled into the Prairie. So I decide quickly I would give this one the benefit of the doubt. The herd was well hidden several yards away. She had no access to anyone else but me in this moment. When the mare laughs, I crack a short smirk over my whiskered lips and let my tail flick quickly across my haunches. She seems to be in good spirits, and I easily confer that she is just another traveler on her way to somewhere else. "Well, you've found it." I confirm, bobbing my thick head once to rid a few pesky strands of my forelock from my view. "Welcome to Luthien, and more specifically, the Prairie."

It was interesting to hear her talk of the Thicket, a terrain I've never visited but know from folklore and local history that it was a territory that crumbled from Luthien years ago. "Unfortunately Luthien is smaller than it used to be. The thicket is no longer part of our island." I say, now interested enough to know more about this mare and whatever quest she may be following. "It is nice to meet you, Silvanus. My name is Shamwari and the Prairie is my home."

I step forward, arching my neck to offer a communal share of breathe with the mare, if she felt so inclined to accept it. My nostrils flare as I expel a few hot breathes, taking in this mare's scent and committing it to memory. "Lucky for you, my home borders the Forest. You are not far from it. I'm happy to escort you the rest of the way, if you care for a guide. Or you're welcome to rest here for the night."




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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