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 June 12, 2018 at 08:10:58 PM by S H A M WARI






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


While I am grateful for Petal's kinship and genuine sympathy in this moment, I am relieved that she chooses not to belabor my suffering. The small mare changes the subject quite quickly, and my whiskered nostrils flare as I take in a deep, reassuring breath. My thoughts flicker to my sons, the strong Jabari who has been impressively unwavering despite this low period in our lives. And then the sweet Verdi, a quiet boy, but one who was growing stronger every day despite the hardship of his cruel beginnings. My red tail flicks quickly over my haunches and a front, lone hoof rises and falls in a short stomp as I shift my weight back and forth. I'm feeling less vulnerable and more in control of my emotions as the conversation shifts. I bob my head once in understanding and smile weakly, if only for a moment, in gratitude to Petal.

"Jabari is my oldest," I begin, nickering softly to Petal as I take a few steps forward. Vita Nova is nowhere to be seen in the distance, but given the early hour and with dawn approaching, it made sense for us to move closer to the herd. The yellow reeds bend and quiver in the wake of our moving legs, their bulb-like blooms catching at the sleek summertime chestnut hairs that made up my coat. "Bri must have been pregnant with him when you were here last." I say casually as we stroll, my words more a stream of consciousness rather than a premeditated explanation. "He is kind and quiet, like his mother. But he's grown to play an important role in protecting the herd and the land." I don't know what Petal is interested in hearing, and I know I'm rambling now. But it feels better to talk about something that I'm proud of, my children, than the grief and the loss that seemingly finds its way into everything.

"Verdi is his younger brother," I say, my youngest's name still feeling so foreign on my tongue. With so few inhabitants in the herd these days, there were few reasons to ever say his name out loud. "Jabari named him." I add, my ears pricking forward and at attention as I hear the gentle hum of the fresh water stream growing louder in the distance. The rest of the herd isn't far off from here. Jabari had named his sister too, Everglow. She was never to be seen again after Bri's death, along with an abandoned foal Bri had taken to raising after its mother died here in the Prairie. I don't know what happened to them. I swallow hard as I try to expel those thoughts from my mind.

"Have you ever considered having a foal?" I ask her, somewhat unannounced, but my eyes settle on her as I try to gauge her interest. There was no judgement from me either way. But I knew Petal was different from most of the mares I had met, and of those whom had chosen to settle here in the Prairie. There was a restlessness in her, perhaps for a journey she had not yet taken or was not aware she needed quite yet. Beyond her general anxiety of feeling stuck in a herd or a home for too long, I realized I knew very little else about her.




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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