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;
Posted on November 21, 2022 at 05:16:13 PM by tarot



TAROT


no love

▻ ____ (x lucerne) ◅


She had not seen the dunalino approaching before he made it to her, wind deafened for a moment as a gust swirled her hair up and flip flopped it. "Who’re you? I haven’t seen you near the Prairie before. What do you want?" The tone was coarse, unhappy, and distrustful in a reasonable way - for all that she hadn’t done much by way of interrupting someone's day. "I," She starts, turning to look at him finally, intrigued by the aura of negativity that permeated the world around him.

Her burgundy-wine color looks rich compared to the fall grasses, her fire-miming mane biting at the air around them as if it knew the taste of tinder and was furious that her height kept it starved atop her neck. She felt the rightness of the soil beneath her hooves, knew somehow she was meant to be here - even if it was without the colorful man that had led her to trail behind him in search of the place he’d mentioned.

"I am Tarot… I am new," she says, distracted but turning to look at him properly once she has discerned she didn’t see Lucerne here at present. "I came looking for Lucerne… he described the Prairie and I thought it sounded rather hospitable." Her ears twist two directions, not sure if she was allowed to go looking for someone she’d never been positive about living here or if he only SOUGHT to live here. "Have I interrupted your day? I could go looking for him myself-- if it is too much trouble, I mean."

It isnt as though she can explain why she wished to find Lucerne when she hadn’t even a reasonable label to call him by. Baby daddy? It’s Complicated? Situationship? She fidgets her hind pose in a bit of discomfort before snapping her tail against her haunches and firming up her resolve. "Who are you? He mentioned that it was led by someone with a Zzz sound in their name..."


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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