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 April 2, 2018 at 03:01:43 PM by S H A M WARI






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


Autumn fades into winter, and the Prairie remains bleak. The tall, golden reeds have snapped off in the wind, or turned brown with the frost and withered away. Snow has yet to blanket our hilly terrain, but the dark, swollen clouds overhead threaten to every day. They've lingered over the land ever since we found Bright Eyes. Her passing has seemingly sucked all the joy and the sunshine from our home.

Nevertheless, life goes on.

Evaline has finally returned to the Forest and Vita Nova is gone again, this time peppering us with promises to return soon. Paradiso, too, has returned to Tinuvel, but he did not move on as easily as the others. It was me who pushed him to return to the Bay with Maziel and Mariael. He was needed there. Jabari and I were ready to face our new existence, life alone in the current quiet, and desolate Prairie. We would manage because we had to. We would weather the winter season together, mostly by ourselves, because we had no choice. Silently my heart continued to ache, but I was in a better place than the fall months -- I was in a position to be more cognizant of my son's feelings and his general well being. I was here to support him, to help him get through this grief and still grow into the stallion I know his mother wished him to become. His life couldn't stand still because of this. As such, he gave me purpose to carry on.

The land is moist and wet, moisture oozes from the hard soil with every step I take along the borders of my home. By week's end, our usual patrolling trails will become thick and bogged down with mud. Bright Eyes' remains still scatter the shoreline. It's a part of our path we've chosen to veer away from. Hopefully by spring the sand dune in which she lay will be thick and vibrant in her place. Hopefully by then, our souls too be will be open to more light and more joy. But for now, we push on through the dark and bitter days.



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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