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
let the cards fall where they may; any
Posted on November 13, 2022 at 09:38:50 PM by tarot



TAROT


no love

▻ ____ (x lucerne) ◅


It was not that Tarot was an easy woman, nor that she was entirely picky either… sometimes she simply felt in her gut that a moment was important - altering the course of her karmic and fated tapestries. Lucerne had been that this time. She had seen him and while she was not prone to preferences in partners, much less producing any, the weight of the universe feeling as though they held her hooves in place when she made overtures. The overtone of the stallion was nobility - or at least ‘goodness’ - and that erased the last of her resistance to motherhood.

So they’d begun something that neither had discussed the results of and she was presently wondering how many times a single evening with a bedmate might actually produce success. Another reason to believe this to be the purpose of the universe. Somehow this child was necessary - needed. Her deep life-blood purple body is easily seen in all directions as she travels into the Prairie on the trail of where Lucerne’s scent hinted he might be. If she were destined to birth someone of karmic significance, she should at least be sure that they were well protected, right?

Her fire-ombre mane lays over her neck easily, the wind surprisingly low on such a flat space as this. It was fertile, if a little dry now that the season of summer had shifted towards autumn. She looks to and fro, seeking perhaps to spot a bright white body in the far off dots speckling lives across this land. "Hello?" The call is curious, seeking.


OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS

▻ ten years - 14.3 hh - national show horse x morgan - sooty flaxen liver chestnut splash - none ◅



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