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
we could be strangers in the night
Posted on October 28, 2022 at 01:06:38 AM by zevulun


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

Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Zevulun ached for her. He did better this time at not lingering his gaze on her anymore, the longing burning in his glacial blues like it used to. But having her again, this time of her own, absolute volition (he had to be sure), had cracked at that desire for her he had always felt and begun to spill the flood from his heart through his entire body. As he watched her belly swell and savored the moment of intimacy between them he burned and he wanted and yet he forced himself to keep his distance…

All the while he wished…

Wished what? That she would give him affections she’d never once shared with him? Or anyone? Her allowing him to cover her and sire a second child from her womb wasn’t any admittance of her feelings, and Zevulun knew Riesling well enough to understand that by now. But despite himself and despite all he knew of her, he still wanted. He still found himself sometimes wishing she might allow him close to her, to let him trace the delicate, hollow curves of her figure with his lips… Maybe she might press her face into his chest and breathe warm clover-breaths down his skin…

He’d learned enough of the way her mind worked, of what of her past had been revealed to him from her brother, that Zevulun knew she hadn’t suddenly had a change of heart and desired him romantically. He knew there was likely an explanation for their second rendezvous, something that would make perfect sense to her and likely bewilder him.

So, he decided not to think too much about it, afraid he wouldn’t like what he might figure out.

Eventually as he patrolled the small, wooded area where she normally kept to he could smell the mix of smells that was sure to tell him the foal had been born. Zevulun had hovered at the edges of the distance he was polite enough to give, paced back and forth a few times, but never intruded. Riesling did not call out for him or come to him, so each time, Zevulun made a slow retreat and hoped she may bring out their new child soon.

Then one day, just like that, he didn’t need to wait any more. Zevulun stood still as he watched the three figures approaching the herd from a distance, knowing exactly where they’d come from and who they were before he could make out any definite details. He’d looked over Riesling first, making sure she appeared to be alright, then finally let himself look at their newborn stuck steadfast to her flank. His heart swelled and emotion tightened his throat, overcome by the sight of new life he’d brought into this world.

They stopped a little ways from the herd and Zevulun dropped his head, forcing himself to walk through and around his family rather than rush through like he wanted, his eyes never once pulling away from Riesling as he did. A low rumbling nicker started in his chest, soft and beckoning as he moved closer. Their foal darted to Riesling’s other side, where it could peek around and look at him from behind the protective wall of its mother, but Zevulun could still see it was healthy and… “A colt?” He asked with some sort of soft wonder in his tone now that he was close enough for her to hear him. “He’s beautiful.”

His bright blue eyes pulled from the foal and to her. The awe that had been there melted away into faint concern. “You’re alright?” He asked, just to be sure. The noises that had risen above the trees and the smell of blood had been so alarming…

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

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