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 July 7, 2023 at 08:09:12 PM by raziel
don't wanna wash you away i swear there's good things that are coming your way Raziel had made up his mind to leave the islands for good the day before his father reappeared through the autumn mist. Without his father here and with Ramiel still gone, Raziel no longer saw the point in staying here. Orphiel would never speak to him and hated him, rightfully so. Dahlia was long-gone, and he had to accept that was a mistake he was never going to be able to rectify. Hell, even wanting to rectify it was different than doing so. Half of him expected the sight of Dahlia was going to send him running out of guilt anyways. He wasn’t a good man. It wasn’t in his nature to stick around and do the right thing. He was only sticking around out of favor and respect for his father, who now seemed to have plenty of better sons more equipped to help him keep the territory safe than Raziel was. He was nearly relieved when the scent of a strange stallion grew stronger and when that stallion made his bold claim to take the Prairie. Raziel knew his father would have wanted him to step up and fight, but Raziel decided to take this as a sign that his time here was done. And then suddenly, his father was back. The sight of him was ghastly, gruesomely injured and starved as he was, and it’d reminded Raziel of when he’d been a young colt and they’d gone to the Mainlands to see his grandfather. The approach of the skinny, speckled stallion with one eye and one ear and ghastly scars over his shoulder and chest had frightened young Raziel; he’d had nightmares for weeks following. So, as Zevulun spoke of plans for the future of the Prairie herd and met with his loved ones who rushed closer to his side, Raziel lingered on the outskirts, uncertain of the entire situation but listening and understanding he’d missed his window for escape when he had it. If only he’d left yesterday instead of waiting for this morning… why had he stuck around? What a fool. Then his father looked right at him, beckoned him specifically, and gave him the orders to do recon on the newly arrived stallion. If his father’s leg didn’t look like it was about to fall off and he didn’t have that tone that Raziel could hardly remember hearing him use, he might’ve argued… but what kind of asshole would he be if he said no to what Zevulun asked him to do? So Raziel looked over his father’s condition once more, glanced at the sharp-tongued mare he was with, then nodded and turned to trot off and do as he was bade. It didn’t take long for a noticeable call to reach his ears and Raziel turned himself in that direction, letting loose an answering whistle in return so the stallion would know he was coming. The normal worries plagued his mind the closer and closer he drew, automatically wishing it was Ramiel who was here instead of him. Ramiel would know how to be charming and have a civil conversation. Raziel… well, he was often a bit more rough-around-the-edges than his charismatic twin brother. It was only a short while before he came across a black stallion grazing on his own, scent matching that of the one who’d come to take the Prairie as his. Raziel let loose another low nicker, letting the stallion know he was the one who’d answered his call. He did not approach aggressively, but Raziel was never known to be an overly friendly sort. He didn’t seem to possess the same compassion and kindness his father did. His ears still perked forward, though, and he drew to a stop a respectable distance away, stretching his neck to exchange a warm breath or two before tucking back and sizing the dark, lithe-bodied stallion up. “Raziel.” He said by way of introduction, then explained, “I was a guardian here.” How embarrassing to tell the one who’d come and just snatched the place up that he was looking at one of the many horses here who were supposed to stop that very thing from happening. “Zevulun, the stallion who led here, is my father. He’s… busy reuniting with everyone who didn’t leave when he was gone.” Was that a good enough excuse? Well, at any rate, it was the truth. “He sent me to speak with you in his stead.” |
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