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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 21, 2022 at 01:56:19 AM by zevulun

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

Zevulun watched Larka quietly, from afar. The sadness lay heavy across his shoulders, both his head and tail low. The ends of his pale tail brushed the ground, strands tangled around the Prairie grasses. The sorrow that bled from Larka made him ache in ways he hadn�t felt in years. Worse yet was the helplessness, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could physically do or accomplish that could fix things for her. All he could do was all he had done thus far� and it frustrated him to no end.

A low sigh breathed past his pink lips, faintly clouded in the dim, cool twilight. Zevulun walked forward slowly, giving her time to grieve at Darshan�s grave before he approached. His ice-blue eyes watched her, studied her as he drew nearer.

Though he wanted to reach out and touch her, lay his neck over hers and draw her into his embrace so he could hold her, Zevulun forced himself to refrain. He only walked up quietly alongside her, stopping when they stood shoulder-to-shoulder, his gaze pulling slowly from her and to the freshly turned-over earth where her friend lay down below. Soon the grasses would begin to grow over it. They�d need to bring stones, markers to remember where she lay. His tears stung lightly with the misty sheen of emotion that rose, a knot tightening in his throat and his gut twisting briefly, the memories of the day she left them still far too fresh. Still, he could clear his throat and blink the tears away, setting aside his feelings for Darshan�s loss to instead pay attention to Larka. Every one of his senses focused themselves on the living mare standing with him there.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn�t think of anything to say. What words could he speak over Darshan�s grave could bring her comfort? What could he possibly say or even do in order to help her now?

Zevulun tilted his pink chin to his chest, eyes on Larka now. Rather than say anything he only sighed and slowly reached out, brushing his whispered lips along her cheek in the most tender and comforting of kisses, then lifted his head to do as he�d wanted to before, putting it over her neck and pulling her into his chest, allowing himself - hell, themselves - this moment of comfort. Of holding her like he�d been longing to for years, but even more so lately. Zevulun bent his cheek toward her, buried his pink muzzle in her dark hair.

He�d of course back away as soon as she indicated she didn�t want his physical touch but� if she needed it, if she even wanted it� Zevulun would hold her for as long as she wished.

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

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Replies:

only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka December 2, 2022 at 01:18:02 AM
- we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun December 11, 2022 at 06:35:07 AM
  - only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka December 24, 2022 at 02:15:16 AM
    - we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun January 3, 2023 at 00:43:09 AM
      - only needs the sun when it starts to snow; - By Larka January 4, 2023 at 02:46:00 AM
        
        to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun January 15, 2023 at 09:46:19 AM

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