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
This is my resurrection

Zurok stood in the vast expanse of the Prairie, his muscular frame juxtaposed against the golden sunlight filtering through the swaying grass. As a black Arabian stallion, he possessed an undeniable grace, his dark coat gleaming against the backdrop of the open plains. His eyes, a warm shade of brown, twinkled with anticipation as he caught sight of the newcomer that had just arrived in his home.

The palomino mare trod softly, her gentle steps resonating with elegance. Her coat shimmered like liquid sunshine, her mane cascading like a golden waterfall. Zurok admired her from a distance, his heart skipping a beat at her mesmerizing beauty.

Taking a deep breath, Zurok collected himself, knowing that the first impression was crucial. He approached the mare slowly, his every step purposeful yet gentle, mindful of respecting her personal space. His kind eyes sought hers, conveying a mix of curiosity and admiration.

"Welcome to the Prairie, fair lady," Zurok spoke, his voice carrying a deep tenderness. "I am Zurok, the lead stallion, and it is an honor to make your acquaintance."

His words flowed effortlessly, laced with genuine sincerity, as he extended his head slightly, offering a gentle nuzzle to the mare's shoulder. Zurok wanted her to feel safe and at ease in this new territory, his heart yearning to see her flourish under the Prairie's endless skies.

"Forgive my caution," Zurok added, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "These lands hold both untamed beauty and potential dangers. Allow me to be your protector and companion."

Zurok gazed into her eyes, hoping to convey his intentions as he continued, "Should you choose to join our herd, I promise to cherish and protect you with unwavering devotion."

As the wind danced through their manes, Zurok awaited the mare's response, his heart beating to the rhythm of the vast Prairie. Whether she reciprocated his feelings or not, his affection remained steadfast, for his truest joy lay in seeing others thrive in the embrace of the home he held so dear.

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