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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

First Breath After A Coma
Posted on June 12, 2018 at 09:17:09 PM by JABARI

I would honestly love you now,
But I would lovingly let you down.

He breathed in the fog, his pink nostrils flaring, the humidity of the gray, dense air filling his lungs. Moisture clung to the wiry whiskers that dotted the skin there. Occasionally a tongue would appear from between his lips and lap at the droplets.
It was strange for the fog to hang around so late in the morning, given the warmth of the season. But Jabari wasn't complaining. With the fog came low hanging, dark clouds. The rain would be here soon enough.

The painted stallion moved lazily through the tall grasses that made up his homeland. His father wasn't far away from the herd. As the foals came, Shamwari opted to stay closer to them during the day, and as such, it was Jabari who went out for the long, lone patrols. But Jabari didn't mind. He didn't enjoy spending time with the herd anyway. Ever since his mother died, the young stallion was hesitant to get to know the latest crop of strangers Shamwari brought in. Especially now, as those strangers birthed the next generation of Shamwari's kin, and Jabari's own siblings. Half siblings, that is.

Luckily for the young stallion, the masculine scent of someone unfamiliar wafted to him in a rare off-shore breeze, which urged him to focus less on the matters he couldn't control, and more on the potential problem at hand. Immediately Jabari's gaze widened, and he searched the hazy landscape for any signs of a potential intruder. Moving through the fog it seemed, was a great way to go undetected.

Eventually he spied a white leg, then a black one. A mismatched colored stallion made his way through the fog, which swirled around his legs and dissapated quickly. The stallion, larger and older than Jabari, made the younger stallion's muscles bunch under his coat and his head shoot high in the air. Instinctively, Jabari thought to sound a bugle of warning to his father. But at the last minute, he held off. Instead he snorted once and pawed fiercely at the earth underneath him in warning. His red ears laced back against his poll and he snorted again. "I think that's far enough." He said, though his tone made it sound as if he was a little unsure of himself.

Jabari didn't think he knew this stallion. But something about the way he moved and the way he watched him seemed just the faintest bit familiar. Jabari knew his father had lived in the Lagoon. Occasionally a stallion or two from his past visited him here. Could this be one of them? As Jabari's heart beat quickened in his chest, he certainly hoped so.

The stallion took a deep breath and moved forward a few feet, still keeping a safe distance from the stranger. He cocked his head curiously to one side. "What business do you have in the Prairie?" He asked bluntly.

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Replies:

I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger August 7, 2018 at 11:25:26 PM
- First Breath After A Coma - By JABARI August 9, 2018 at 02:56:04 PM
  - I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger August 9, 2018 at 11:13:03 PM
    - Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI & Jabari August 13, 2018 at 06:46:15 PM
      - I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger August 19, 2018 at 07:32:14 PM
        
        Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI & Jabari August 29, 2018 at 05:37:26 PM
        
        I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger September 12, 2018 at 04:04:29 AM
        
        Live through this ~~lie~~ - By S H A M WARI September 12, 2018 at 04:41:40 PM

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