<font color=#79a5b1 size=1>we could be strangers in the night</font>

	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

we could be strangers in the night
Posted on August 28, 2022 at 02:48:26 AM by zevulun

YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS DANGEROUS
and now i'm lost in us

(note for context: this thread directly follows zevuluns visit to the arch, seen here)

Water rolled off his body as he pulled himself out of the surf, letting it dapple the ground the further up the shore he walked. Every step took some effort, given that he hadn�t allowed himself any rest between swimming to Tinuvel, hiking through the Arch to find Mariael, and then swimming directly back to Luthien. He could feel the exhaustion in his limbs.

Rather than turn further inland and find where the herd may be gathered or even where a few of them may be spending time, Zevulun turned himself away from their scents and walked the quiet bank of the shore by himself. The waves rolled in and out methodically, but he barely paid them any mind. He was still thinking about Mariael, about how she had looked like the sister he remembered and not the empty shell of hatred and rage she had slowly become. His heart ached and his pale ears turned out, eyes darkening.

He had wanted to tell her everything, but found he wasn�t able to. She had wanted him to, too, which somehow had made it even harder. Zevulun had been prepared to meet the hard-eyes and proudly lifted chin of his sister, not the vulnerable, hopeful aching thing she�d been. It hurt too much�

He sucked in a sharp breath and turned for the trees at the edge of the rolling hills of the Prairie, which soon would be green and purple and yellow and pink the further away winter grew. The shadows felt welcoming, as did the closed in quiet he found himself shrouded in. He stopped once he�d found a large enough clearing to rest in and groaned as he slowly laid himself down, joints aching. It�d be hell to unfold them and get up later, but he just needed a moment in the quiet to process everything he was feeling in the wake of seeing Mariael.

Fighting the guilt of feeling like the asshole for shutting her down when she told him she wanted to talk.

Wishing they were on better terms so he could know her child and she could know his children, too.

Knowing he should have found the words to tell her he didn�t hate her, that he never had, even when he�d screamed it at her during their fight years ago.

Each new thought weighed his heart and head down further and further until his pale neck stretched out and his pink chin rested on the cold ground. He closed his eyes against the rising tears and begged them to leave him be. He was a leader now; he couldn�t sulk in the shadows and cry like a child anymore.

Soon� soon he would force himself to get up and he would make his rounds to check the borders and take count of the Prairie herd�

But for now�

For now, he just wanted everything to stop.

lead of the prairie
nephilim x aubrey; cremello splash snowcap (ee Aa CrCr nSpl LpLp nPATN2)

image (c) pacificnoir@da

Replies:

only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka September 3, 2022 at 05:26:07 AM
- we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun September 15, 2022 at 02:21:28 AM
  - only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka October 22, 2022 at 07:16:35 PM
    - we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun October 25, 2022 at 08:59:21 PM

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