zevulun |
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| SECONDARY | THIRD | |
| 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 31, 2022 at 09:15:37 PM by Björn
The cool spring breeze rustled through the tops of the dried grasses and cat-tails. It is quiet. He stepped onto the hardened sands, glacial blue eyes intently stare across vast grasslands that spread out before him. A breath lingered on his lips as he began his trek further inland. "Björn?" his name faintly filled the sea air, he paused in mid stride. Confusion furrowed his brow as he jerked his head in the direction the faint voice had yelled. His heart hammered wildly against his ribs - the voice - its familiarity nagged at him. The distance quickly closed between the trio and himself, the closer they came the more his eyes widened as the realization dawned on him... Mother? She was here. Just as he had always remembered her - she was older, wiser - but just as beautiful, and kind. Numbly he stood before her, the emotions washing over him anew. Disbelief. Happiness. Sorrow. Bjorn... You're here. She does not hesitate to through her neck around his and pulled him into a deep embrace. His breath shuttered on his lips as he wrapped himself into her and closed his glacial blue eyes tightly. Her scent tugged at his childhood memories, warm and soothing to his aching heart. She brushed her lips across his broad back and then playfully lipped at the ends of his dark mane. "I have missed you," he managed to choke out between his tight lips. How could he ever even begin to explain where he had been? What had happened since that day they had been separated? "Im so happy to see you, too." As she pulled back to gaze at him, he can not help the smile that has begun to tug at his lips. All of the worries of yesterday now fall away... for now he is here - with her. Have you been on the Islands this whole time? her first question filled the narrow space between them. "Yes and no," he breathed "I have spent most of my life wandering between Faðir's homeland and here." He had learned so much about his Faðir's family and culture - even being welcomed as one of them. "Did you just return?" he asked as he drew his glacial eyes toward the two who followed after her - a smile brushed across his lips. Icelandic x Georgian Grande 14.3 hh - Stallion - Grullo Sabino Dögun x Freya |
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