zevulun |
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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 July 10, 2018 at 03:06:06 PM by S H A M WARI & Vita Nova
 Tell me, tell me I survived. My lips breach the surface of the running stream, and I revel in the sensation of the cool water against my throat. I watch Petal as she speaks, listening intently over the bumbling current of the simple stream as she describes more about herself, and her past, illuminating a part of herself I've never known before. My head comes to rest in line with my withers, and I lick my whiskered lips as remnants of my drink fall back into the depths of the stream. But my attention is solely focused on the small mare standing next to me. I take a long moment to consider her thoughts. How different it must be, having been born a mare. How few opportunities they have, or had, given the societal structure we've lived in for so many centuries, in which nearly all the burdens are placed on them. And for what, just because they are child bearing? I snort once at the thought and lazily shake my head, sending firey red strands to dance along my topline for just a moment. "You said it yourself. You escaped." I finally say, my wide brown eyes searching Petal's brilliant blues now. "You are no longer someone else's pawn. You can be who you want to be, go where you want to go. You are meant for the life you create." I say with the flick of my tail, hoping to at least affirm that she of course, if free to go and do as she pleases. Before I have time to elaborate, however, Vita Nova appears in the distance, her sooty-colored body gleaming against the blanket of gold hills in the early morning sun. She nickers warmly to us before approaching lazily, dropping her head to drink from the stream before joining in the conversation. "The boys look great." She says happily, and I bob my head, offering her a small smile. "So you don't mind if we stick around for a little while?" Vita Nova offers, her blue eyes shifting to Petal as she poses the question. Not unlike her new friend, Vita Nova came to and from the Prairie as she pleased these days. She hardly needed to ask permission to do so, but I gather that this is more because Petal is here than anything else. "You're welcome to stay for as long or as short as you'd like." |
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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- as I wandered the forest - By p e t a l July 16, 2018 at 05:21:10 PM
- [x] - By Vinyl July 16, 2018 at 07:18:33 PM
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