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 November 3, 2022 at 10:14:20 PM by zevulun


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

Relief came when it appeared the mare took note of his non-confrontational nature and settled, her body set in the space between him and her son. Zevulun’s eyes had briefly flicked with concern to the little boy as he went for a tumble, but drew back to the mare almost immediately thereafter. She had just started to turn, her attention narrowing in on her young colt she’d placed herself in front of.

Zevulun loved many things, but of those things he loved were mothers with their foals. Maybe it was because of his mother’s absence in his life at a very young age (one would argue it was before he was properly ready to be weaned). Whatever the case, a warm fondness spread through his chest as he watched the mare pluck twigs from her colt’s mane, who was clearly offended by his mother’s fussiness. They weren’t his, they were strangers, but Zevulun felt wistful anyways.

The colt’s attention was diverted by an insect and the mare looked back at Zevulun before speaking. “Your neighbors have a bear.” Zevulun’s blue eyes grew troubled, a look of concern immediately crossing his face as he looked toward the Forest behind her. Did Rilke know there was a bear prowling so close to other horses? Mothers, no less? Before he could worry for too long she questioned him, “Are you the stallion of this place?”

Zevulun gave a sharp nod, then briefly considered not only his grown sons, but Viđarr and Romulus. “I lead the Prairie, though there are other stallions who live here.” Maybe she had come searching for her son’s father? He briefly felt a brush of jealousy, but set it aside. He didn’t even know her name or anything about her, he couldn’t already feel some sort of claim to her. Thinking of that he said, “My name is Zevulun.”

He added, “I’m glad you were both able to get away from the bear safely. You can stay here as long as you need, both of you, before you… move on to where you were meaning to travel to?” He ended it as a question, wondering where this lovely mare and her young son were traveling and why they were doing so alone.

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

image (c) pacificnoir@da




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