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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

we could be strangers in the night
Posted on October 8, 2022 at 08:19:29 AM by zevulun

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

Zevulun wanted to tell Darshan she had nothing to apologize for, but the words stuck in his throat. He knew that wasn�t what she wanted to hear just as much as he knew there�d be some sort of emptiness hanging at the edges of them. He chose to give her a small nod instead, acknowledging her apology, then smiled in that soft, understanding way he often had as his pale blue eyes hung open across her narrow, emotion-filled face.

The quiet was disrupted suddenly and seemingly without cause. Alertness felt like electricity sparking in his veins, every sense leaping to full use, adrenaline heating his blood. Zevulun�s head shot up high, his pink nostrils flared outward and drank in more of her smell, of what was around them. It was just Prairie grass, but there was something� something else...

Please, please... the desperation in her heartbroken voice made tears immediately touch the edges of his eyes. They swung wildly to her, focusing all his attention on what was happening to Darshan in that moment and what she was trying to tell him.

Find him for me, f-find him - Rom� Romulus. And Larka�. I need her, I need her now more than ever.

Zevulun only nodded and tore a few quick steps away, his pale hooves digging grooves into the dirt beneath him. He bellowed out a high-pitched whinny, one that would alert any and every herd member that heard it. Hopefully one of those would be Larka or Romulus. The Prairie lead refused to go too far from Darshan. He wanted to be not only in sight of her, but in earshot too.

The thundering of hooves pulled his attention and Zevulun looked toward the distant swell of a long-grass carpeted hill as two of his sons, Ramiel and Jasper, crested the edge with their tails high and eyes wide. Before they could start to descend toward him, Zevulun yelled, �Find Larka! Find Romulus! Bring them here now!� The stern command in his voice echoed over the distance. A tone Zevulun hardly ever used unless the situation called for it.

This one certainly did.

Zevulun flicked his pale tail and whinnied out again as Jasper and Ramiel took off in either direction to yell for the two horses they sought. He turned worriedly back to the lean mare kneeling on the ground, wet trails of tears down her cheeks. He dropped his head and huffed a breath, moving closer to her, wanting her to know she wasn�t alone, even if he wasn�t who she needed right now.

�We�ll find them, Darshan. They�ll be here in just a moment. Lay down,� he urged gently, beckoning her with a sweet calm to his tone. The panic - his panic - was still lying beneath the surface, but Zevulun had plenty of practice at stamping it down to focus on the situation at hand. Was the pain Darshan was facing the normal pains of childbirth? Or was this something more dire?

Zevulun took a breath and cast a worried look off to the distance, hoping he might see a sign of one of the horses Darshan had asked for.

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

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Replies:

You can play the wolf, but you can�t escape the woods - By Romulus October 10, 2022 at 11:12:44 AM
- only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka October 22, 2022 at 07:50:29 PM
  - and i never got to tell you - - By Darshan October 27, 2022 at 12:18:25 PM
    - we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun October 31, 2022 at 07:43:17 PM
      - only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka November 20, 2022 at 03:09:19 AM

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