This is my resurrection (Margarita)

	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 (Margarita)
Posted on August 24, 2023 at 01:36:43 AM by Zurok

Zurok, the magnificent black Arabian stallion, stood tall and proud, his ebony mane rippling in the gentle breeze. His piercing eyes searched the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of Margarita, the mare he held so dear. The weight of the recent loss of the prairie to Zevulun burdened his heart, and he longed for the solace of her presence.

As the sun began to dip below the rolling hills, casting an amber glow upon the vast landscape, Zurok spotted her. Margarita, a vision of grace with a slightly swollen belly that spoke of new life, stood in the distance. Time seemed to stand still as he made his way towards the divided land, his steps filled with both hope and trepidation.

Drawing closer, Zurok paused, taking a moment to soak in the sight of the mare he loved. He marveled at the miracle growing within her, their future heir. His heart swelled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, as he knew that one day their foal would carry on their legacy.

With a gentle nudge from his powerful snout, Zurok approached Margarita. He searched her eyes, seeking forgiveness for his failure. "My dear Margarita," he began, his voice a soft murmur carried by the wind. "I hope you are not angry with me. I was outmatched by Zevulun." A flicker of pain crossed his eyes as the memory of their loss flashed before him.

"But, my love," Zurok continued, his voice filled with determination, "I promise you this: I will reclaim the land. I will gather strength and strategy until that day comes." His words were solemn, interlaced with a fiery resolve to restore their rightful place.

Zurok lowered his head, his velvet lips reaching out brushing against Margarita's neck, seeking solace and reassurance. "Right now, all I ask is for a safe haven for our foal to be born. Zevulun, surprisingly, has agreed to let us stay with him. He did not take our small herd members, and most importantly, he did not take you away from me," he whispered, relief evident in his voice.

A tear welled up in Zurok's eye, a testament to the overwhelming fear he had experienced at the thought of losing Margarita. "I cannot bear the idea of ever losing you," he confessed, his voice trembling. "You are my everything, my partner, my soulmate. Your presence fills my heart with joy and purpose."

Zurok took a step closer, his warmth enveloping Margarita as he gently nuzzled her swollen belly. "Our foal will be born into a world filled with love. And one day, my love, we shall reclaim what is rightfully ours. For now, let us find solace in knowing that our family will be protected and cared for," he reassured her.

As the colors of the twilight sky merged into a velvety darkness, Zurok stood with Margarita, patiently waiting for her response.

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