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
intuition as prophecy;
Posted on August 11, 2023 at 05:34:33 PM by micah



Micah


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The upheaval brought by the stallion Zurok had left a lot to be desired, Micah thought, but Zevulun had been determined he be given some kind of grace anyway. The Prairie had always been a place of solace and companionship, doors open to any non-bad-actor that felt like settling amidst the kindly bunch was to their benefit. Micah, for one, took up a more firm patrol - knowing that Tanhua had well cured his liege of the bear-inflicted wounds and he was no longer needed as a body-servant so much as an Outrider to patrol the reaches of their borders.

He had no women nor children [astonishing, to be sure, for a son of Solomon] and it made his patrolling only the easier and more of a constant state of being.

It is how he comes across the black percheron stallion. Large, thick, but not daunting in something about his expression and airs. Micah had met a few like him, gentle giants that roamed and grazed and asked no trouble other than the trouble of comfort and company. His green eyes glaze over the beast with some misgivings yet, aware that benign while alone did not mean benign while with others.

"Hello, stranger," he says with little volume but plenty of casualness, "You’ve stumbled on the borders of the Prairie, home managed by Zevulun. If you are looking to find peace, or occupation, you would be welcome to take a break with the plentiful grazing - even in winter - that we have here. The grasses are a bit drier, of course, but filling enough even for a stomach as big as one of your kind has." He smiles, tilting his head so his forelock bares his eye better, tilting his broken-striped face.

"I am Micah, a guardian here."


OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

▻ six years - andalusian mutt - grullo tobiano splash - 16.0 hh ◅



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