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
days in the sun will return.
Posted on February 9, 2018 at 08:34:21 PM by maziel


HOW IN THE MIDST OF ALL THIS SORROW
can so much hope and love endure?
Maziel absorbed every word to spill from Paradiso’s lips during their swim and, honestly, her heart ached happily in the wake of the moment. His talking helped her forget they were swimming – helped her forget how fearful it was to lose the ground beneath her feet, be pushed side to side by the ocean’s waves, and struggle through little to no clues as to the direction she traveled. Maziel didn’t once think of the day the angry, storming ocean swept her away and tugged her under, trying to trap her. The only thing the kindhearted blind mare thought of was sweet, gentle Paradiso and the story of his life.

Learning everything of Paradiso made her care for him even more. When their hooves found the land of Luthien, she couldn’t help herself. Making two steps closer to where he was, she reached and touched her nose fondly against his wither, pulling it back with a smile once she was certain she’d had his attention. “Thank you.” She said, both to learn so much about him and for the way he’d made certain she wouldn’t lose herself in the swim.

“My father was born here,” Maziel confessed, flicking her ears and inhaling deep – trying to capture the strange scent of Luthien underneath the saltwater still dribbling down the curve of her nose. “Well, in the Forest,” she supplied, “when we were young he forbade Mariael and I from ever traveling here.”

But times had changed. Wherever father was, whenever he saw fit to return to them (for Maziel refused to believe he was dead – she would feel it if so), he would need to learn that the world wasn’t going to hurt Maziel in the same way it had him.

The sound of approaching horses drew her attention from Paradiso and from the past, putting her into the present. They’d been sent here on official business, Maziel reminded herself, and as much as she wanted to focus her attention on Paradiso, they had other things to handle. Her head lifted toward the two horses, her nostrils flaring as her ears flicked forward. Everything she could learn of them without sight, she did. She took their smells, thick and masculine, draped in the familiarity of their home. One was familiar to her – Shamwari, she’d imagine – but the other remained a stranger.

mare of the bay
nephilim x calice; dunalino varnish roan; fully blind
image (c) test-flight@da


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