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 22, 2022 at 04:14:06 PM by lucerne
At Zevulun's arrival Lucerne offers his own muzzle, puffing a few breaths over the stranger; or perhaps a friend. Lucerne pulls back his head, straightening up and arching his lean neck. First impressions are everything after all. And with a coat like his there was no chance at faking a second first meeting. He was unforgettable, whether he wanted to be or not. The curse of such a loud appearance is that his image lingered.
"A pleasure to meet you Zevulun, my name is Lucerne." He pauses, dipping his nose in a small bow and letting his pale eyes fall close for a moment. He opens his eyes and lifts his head again, "My name is Lucerne and I am frightfully new to these islands. Not quite sure how I even got here," he chuckles before quickly clearing his throat. You have a mission Lucerne.
"I had heard whisperings of you prior to my arrival. I am seeking a home. My days of leading are over, it was not for me. I can fight when needed but I am truly seeking a home." What can you offer? His own mind digs at him with it's claws and Lucerne swallows, his leg muscles tightening. "A home I could give myself to, body and soul." He adds, brow furrowing slightly. A home where he could find safety, companionship; and one he would fight for. If he had to.
LUCERNE - GRADE - 17HH - HOMELESS - KIWI
the light you are seeking has always been within
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- we could be strangers in the night - By zevulun December 11, 2022 at 06:30:44 AM
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