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
kindness;
Posted on October 28, 2023 at 03:42:31 PM by hael



Hael


[HAE el]

no stallion

▻ no children (x no one) ◅


She leaps to life, leaving the fringes of her mother’s influence, and races towards the distant white figure that had always brought her joy. She was not entirely in the place of childhood any longer, long seasons ago having turned two years old and feeling the itch of interest to roam beginning to tickle her fetlocks. She would not yet, well fed and cared for here as it was, but it does not surprise her that her father takes such leaves to travel. It is not permanent, she had come to know. Simply making the rounds.

She is a soft black and white streak across the similarly golden grasses that matched most of her hide, a shrill whinny reaching out towards her beautiful father. She is joy, simple and lovely, incarnate. She is the feeling in one’s breast as the weather turns from rain to brilliant sunlight and the whole world rides a gentle breeze in the glorious late spring as it transforms to early summer. Never touched by the deadening winter, not accosted by the frost of autumn. Always she is bordered by the fruitful rains and the sun of growth.

She reaches him with a whirl of her hooves, circling him until she lips a small kiss to his cheek. "I am so glad you have returned! The maples have turned golden, red, and orange in the little grove near the Thicket!" She says in excitement between panted breaths. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with the promise of seeing them with him, joyous and naive as she had ever been to the hardships that the world was quite full to brimming with.


OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

▻ mare - mutt - buckskin roan snowcap appaloosa - 15.3 hh ◅



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