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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 February 1, 2018 at 03:03:23 PM by S H A M WARI & Jabari
 Tell me, tell me I survived. I smelled him before I saw him. His faint, but all too familiar scent rode in on the gentle sea breeze, reaching me as a I grazed at the crest of a hill with Jabari by my side, and Bri and Everglow not far away in the slope of a small valley. One red ear lobe twitched and then another as my head rose from the dirt and the earth. My nostrils flare as I take in the scent a second time, testing it, making sure it was real. Jabari catches wind of my efforts and too, his head rises high above his withers, his gaze searching the vast landscape of our home for a stallion that matches the musk, he too, smells. In this moment I realize my son doesn't know this scent, nor the stallion it belongs to. He doesn't realize that this stallion, is in fact, our kin, and his very uncle. The painted frame of my son stands stiff against the breeze, poised and ready to dig at the earth below his hooves and approach an intruder. He's grown quite a lot in the past year. I can barely see any of the sweet, young colt that he used to be. Nevertheless, he waits for me before bolting, Jabari craning his head so one eye can meet my gaze. "I'll stay back with them." He mutters, meaning his mother and sister, followed by the bob of his profound head. A gentle smirk cracks my whiskered lips and I take a few steps forward to stand at his level. His instincts are solid and his rationale is sound of mind. I'm proud of the stallion he's become. "No, you'll come with me." I counter, my thick red tail drifting idly in the breeze. "It's time you meet your uncle." I don't wait to see the puzzled look on my boy's face before cantering off, my weight shifting onto my hind end as I push off with my tree-trunk-like legs and strike at the ground at a thundering three-beat gait. A few seconds later, I hear Jabari's own steps, his stride shorter but quicker than mine. His two-toned mane laps at his neck and he slows his pace to match mine. Together we break into a bumbling trot once the reeds and the grass turns to sand. Down the beach he stands, the familiar spotted frame of my brother, Paradiso. A lean, though hardy-looking mare is rising from the surf at his side, and I can smell Mariael on both of them from our stance down breeze. Jabari shoots me an unsure look and I whinny to them, watching as their faces turn to look at ours and their ears prick forward at the sound. Paradiso returns the call, and we wait for him to meet us at our perch farther down the shoreline. "Why is he here, after all this time?" Jabari asks, looking at me sternly now. He is defensive and on the verge of becoming mad about something he does not understand. "I don't know Jabari, but it doesn't matter. He's our family and we will always welcome him here." I reply bluntly, one red ear lobe lying flat against my poll to imply the seriousness of my words. |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
Replies:
- days in the sun will return. - By maziel February 9, 2018 at 08:34:21 PM
- They're Catching Onto Us - By Paradiso, Shamwari, & Jabari February 16, 2018 at 04:06:03 PM
- days in the sun will return. - By maziel February 19, 2018 at 09:05:41 PM
- First Breath After A Coma - By Jabari, Shamwari, & Paradiso February 21, 2018 at 02:57:14 PM
- days in the sun will return. - By maziel March 14, 2018 at 11:24:45 PM
- They're Catching Onto Us - By Paradiso, Shamwari, & Jabari March 20, 2018 at 07:15:51 PM
- days in the sun will return. - By maziel March 14, 2018 at 11:24:45 PM
- First Breath After A Coma - By Jabari, Shamwari, & Paradiso February 21, 2018 at 02:57:14 PM
- days in the sun will return. - By maziel February 19, 2018 at 09:05:41 PM
- They're Catching Onto Us - By Paradiso, Shamwari, & Jabari February 16, 2018 at 04:06:03 PM
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