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
the longing leads to leaving
Posted on October 7, 2022 at 10:32:17 AM by Darshan

Darshan
and the loving leads to bleeding

A soft sound gently stirred the weak little mare into wakefulness, and before she opened her eyes, or paid heed to the scent in the air, she recognised the sound of her name, as well as the voice that had spoken it. "Zevulun," the pale mare replied, and once she mustered the energy to open her eyes, they drifted, unfocused, until they came to a rest upon the kind, concerned face of the stallion who’d once served as Balor’s second, and had taken over protecting the Prairie herd alone since the older stallion’s passing.

"I’m sorry," she was quick to add, and though she drew in breath to continue her apology, maybe to specify what, exactly, she was sorry for, all that came out was a sad little sigh. She welcomed the somber silence, and if Zevulun chose to break it, in an attempt to reassure her, or venture to change start a conversation, Darshan would merely listen, polite and attentive. But she would not make a sound, not until she shifted her weight in an attempt to peer behind Zevulun, in the vague hope that maybe Larka would not be far off, or perhaps, Sitara.

But that little movement was all it took. The single, tumbling stone that starts the landslide.

As agonising pain rippled through her barrel and shot up her spine, so intense that it made her head swim and she swayed on her hooves, vision darkening. She tried to bite down on the sharp sound that tore up her throat, but it was too much, too strong a thing to hide. The frail kathiawari mare swallowed a sob of relief once it passed, and only just managing to keep her trembling legs from giving way beneath her, the once-proud, once-strong, once-unbroken mare beseeched Zevulun with tears in her eyes.

"Please, please," she gulped for air, blinking rapidly as she tried her best to keep from falling to pieces before him. So plaintive, so desperate… "Find him for me, f-find him - Rom… Romulus. And Larka." Darshan couldn’t see him anymore, so blinded by her tears and fears was she. "I need her, I need her now more than ever."

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