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
we could be strangers in the night
Posted on January 3, 2023 at 00:43:09 AM by zevulun


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

Zevulun… His name from her lips… there was power in the way she said it, the way she called to him. It filled him with life, sent electricity coursing through his veins. Zevulun’s tail lifted off his speckled hind, the pale threads catching the moonlight and glowing in an almost ethereal beauty. He was lost in her eyes, searching them as they locked with his. Zevulun was completely victim to Larka in those few seconds before her confession came. Then sweetly, wonderfully: *I love you too*.

A soft sheen of tears burned his eyes and briefly unfocused the beautiful mare tucked against him. He blinked them away as Larka nestled close to him and sighed a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Though Zevulun fell in love with many, many mares, there was always something uniquely beautiful about his relationship with each of them that fulfilled him in different ways. Larka’s love was home.

A warm smile spread over his mouth as Zevulun arched his neck over hers a little further, holding her close even as she nestled into his chest. Something about holding her against him in that moment felt fulfilling. Larka started to speak and Zevulun’s ears flicked, then focused, even his breathing slowing so he could catch every soft confession she offered. It made him want to hold her even closer, but when the mare shifted beneath him so she could pull away, Zevulun did not fight it. He even smiled softly as their eyes met, heart warm as he looked at her beneath the moonlight. He had always thought she was beautiful, but the way she struck him now absolutely took his breath away.

I love you Zevulun. I do love you.

“I love you Larka,” he said again, because to finally be able to say it confidently and with the honesty which he felt it was like nothing else. He thought of what she’d said, how she’d confessed she’d be afraid of being alone, and made a promise he’d once sworn he’d never make again, but now knew he could. It was a promise he could finally keep. “I will always be here for you. Always. You won't ever be alone.”

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

image (c) pacificnoir@da



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