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 November 17, 2022 at 11:56:53 PM by Björn
You've traveled such a long ways, he nods his bone white skull. Yes, from the far reaches of the frozen tundra to the tropical jungle of Atlantis, to the searing sands of the Salem and beyond. Each step had brought both victory and heartache, love and loathing - all of it has stitched and woven itself into every fiber of his being. If he were to be honest with his mother; he is weary. He has loved and lost so many... Siobhan, Nyimara, countless children and his Fadir. "Life has a funny way of drawing me across the isles and to far away shores," he says with a soft smile tugging at his whiskered lips. Not just, no. It's been quite some time. Long enough to give you more brothers and sisters. her airy laugh fills the air between him. How he had missed her laughter... he cups his ears and draws in every melodic note as it leaves her lips. His smile widens as she mentions his new brothers and sisters. It lightens his heart to know that she is not lonely, that she has found joy and that it sets her face aglow. In a breath she calls his siblings to her side - and his smile widens. This is Fríða and Jǫrmungandr, the newest additions. Children, this is your brother Bjorn. As her introduction leaves her lips Bjorn, dips his bone white face in greeting. "I am..." he says with a gentle nod. It is his littlest sister's huff and announcement that draws a deep throated laugh from him. "Fríða, you need another brother because brother's know where the best hiding places are..." his glacial blue eyes soften, he knows deep down that eventually she will warm up to the idea of another sibling. His mother continues, drawing the names of his other siblings slowly across her lips. He notices the stumble of you and your father, almost as if it pains her to even string the words together. In an instant he drops his eyes to the sand at his own hooves... how could he ever tell her? He swallows back the lump. Not now...not now. and almost as if she could read his mind she inquires of his intentions. Why had he come back? Revenge? He painfully clears his throat and carefully selects his words. "You know that the Isles will always be my home. My family and I had left temporarily to the Nordurland and all have recently returned," he pauses as her next question catches him off guard. "I do," a smile fondly touches his lips. "with my son, Sigurdr in the Harbor. But, don't worry mother, now that I know you are here, I will visit often." Promise breathes itself into his bones. He would introduce her to all of her grandchildren... Sigurdr, Skogsra, Skadi, and even Leif. "you have many grandchildren to meet," with a content sigh he presses his muzzle into her shoulder. He could not bring himself to tell her about his Fadir atleast not yet. Icelandic x Georgian Grande 14.3 hh - Stallion - Grullo Sabino Dögun x Freya |
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