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| 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 October 22, 2022 at 04:35:49 PM by Björn
He tilts his bone white face towards the star laden sky overhead. "Valhalla tekur á móti þér föður" his words are just a whisper on his lips, a silent expression of his broken heart. While here in the Nordurland the word of his father's death had spread from frozen windswept tundras to the majestic mountain peaks, from the pebbled dark shores to beyond the crawling glaciers of ice. They all had came to honor his father - the overlord at the base of Hekla - they honored the aid he freely gave when Northern invaders landed on their shores. Now, they would send him to the halls of Vallhalla, to feast and celebrate with warriors and kings. Björn drops his glacial gaze to cast it across the frozen lands that spread out before him. Yes, he had family here in the Nordurland but there is a darkness that clouds his mind. He has heard the whispers; the whispers of how his father had been brutally murdered by the hand of his own... his own flesh and blood. At first he had just shrugged them off as rumors, the idle gossip of empty headed women, but now.. their is trickle of truth through the mire. His tail snaps across his haunches, anger boils within his blood. He would hunt down this traitor and bring forth the wrath of the gods upon them. A wolfish growl rumbles from deep within his chest and a wicked grin crawls across his pink lips. It is time. The frigid ocean wraps herself around him in a welcoming embrace. In the dead of night he has made the abrupt journey from the Isles to the Nordurland. The news of his father's death had taken a toll on him - weakened by grief - he had barely made it to the shores of the Nordurland before he collapsed beneath the weight. His children had pressed their bodies against his own, helped him stand once more, and stumble into his father's lands. For days he lay in a crumbled mess, the grief was unbearable and pressed itself heavily down on him. Until, Tigerlilly's tender touch and words drew him from the darkest depths. The water's begin to warm around him - a telling sign - that the Isles would soon be on the horizon. His strokes quicken at the thought of standing on solid ground once more. He swims until the world around him is washed in bright oranges and pale pinks. It shines light upon the familiar shores, shores that invited the Viking forth. Without hesitation, he strides through the forthy surf and onto the the hardened sand just beyond. He pauses momentarily to take in the land that spreads out before him, from the sandy shores to the rolling hills of yellowed grasses. A cool spring breeze cuts into his wet fur - as if to deter him from setting a hoof into these grasslands. He pays the warning no heed and ventures further. His search for the murderous traitor would start here. Icelandic x Georgian Grande 14.3 hh - Stallion - Grullo Sabino Dögun x Freya |
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Replies:
- a lover sinking in the sea - By Freya October 26, 2022 at 00:26:57 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am...- - By Björn October 31, 2022 at 09:15:37 PM
- a lover sinking in the sea - By Freya November 6, 2022 at 08:00:44 PM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn November 17, 2022 at 11:56:53 PM
- a lover sinking in the sea - By Freya November 6, 2022 at 08:00:44 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am...- - By Björn October 31, 2022 at 09:15:37 PM
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