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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 August 13, 2018 at 06:46:15 PM by S H A M WARI & Jabari
 Tell me, tell me I survived. I graze among the cohort of mares and foals. My wide brown eyes trail off lazily, following the spotted frame of my son as he leaves the herd behind to perform a patrol lap around the edges of our terrain. He does so silently, not once sounding off a nicker or whinny my way. I chew absentmindedly as I watch him scale the long, low slope of a grassy hill, and fade away into the haze of a low-lying fog. Jabari is a good son. A strong one. Now a mature young stallion. He's grown in so many ways over the last year. He's hardly the sweet, impressionable colt I was left with when his mother, Brienne, passed away so suddenly. There have been days when I didn't know what I'd do without him. Though he has much to learn about the world, Jabari had become an integral, and vital, part of our herd. I couldn't help but wonder if my son was lonely, however. Growing up, he had several other young foals his age to be with. Those mothers have come and gone, and so have his siblings. These days, there is a large gap in age between him, most of the mares here, and his newest batch of siblings. I am silently thankful for Vita Nova, whose always kept an eye on him. But beyond that, I'm afraid he doesn't have many friends. A long deep exhales is expelled from my whiskered nostrils as Jabari fades completely from view. My thoughts about his future are fleeting, as I tend to the family around me. But not long later, Jabari's voice cuts through the quiet, warm air. My head snakes in the direction of his call, two copper-colored ear lobes pricked at attention as I survey the eerily silent terrain for a sign of him. My nostrils flare and I catch the distant musk of another stallion, but the scent is unidentifiable at this range. I return my son's cry with one of my own, a gurggling baritone whinny, and set off at a brisk two-beat trot in its direction. My heart is pounding as I search for Jabari through the fog. Eventually the sound of scuffling hooves and legs draws me in, and I canter until I see the silhouettes of two stallions locked in battle. But I skid to a halt instead of moving in to aid my son. His opponent is quickly identified to be Ruger. I've always trusted my brother from the Lagoon, and as I such, I watch silently from the sidelines as Ruger engages a clearly startled Jabari. Ruger moves in a way that is threatening and challenging, but always lands soft blows, if any, upon my son. I bob my head once, twice, as I watch Jabari spin on his haunches and kick out. His instinct was right, his timing, however, was a little off. Jabari is coming at Ruger with barred teeth now, but Ruger expertly anticipates this. I watch with interest as the stallion moves swiftly over his haunches and launches the side of his hind end into Jabari, successfully knocking the younger stallion off balance. Jabari stumbles for several strides but is ultimately unsuccessful in regaining his composure. He comes crashing down into the dirt on his side. I snort once before striding up, a wide smile across my whiskered lips. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I bellow loudly to get both of their attention. But my demeanor could not be more relaxed. I walk up with long and easy strides, laughing a few hardy laughs as I bob my head to Ruger. Jabari is looking at us both from the ground, his face frozen in horror. Then he scrambles to get to his feet again. Upon doing so, he gives his body a good shake, but he still stands defensively with his ears pinned, and the sides of his barrel heaving, looking at Ruger. "What did I tell you about those bachelors in the Lagoon, Jabari." I say, but I'm not looking at my son. Instead I've got a pleased look upon my maw as I look at Ruger. "They are not to be messed with." I bob my head again to my friend before turning to assess Jabari. His shock is fading into confusion, anger, and a bit of embarrassment now. "Come on, Jabari, come meet my old friend Ruger." I say with the flick of my tail. "It seems you could learn a thing or two from this old solider." I shift the weight evenly over my four legs and toss some forelock that's fallen into my line of sight. "It's good to see you. It's been a while." |
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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- 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
- Live through this
- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger September 12, 2018 at 04:04:29 AM
- Live through this
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