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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
did you find it hard to breathe | Castillon
Posted on December 5, 2023 at 03:24:19 AM by Aura


Aura


Have we really been here a year already?

The thought that dominates my brain seeps into my veins, making them run cold. I can almost feel the raw edges of the cavernous hole in my chest chafe. I guess that's not really new. I can always feel the place where the rest of my heart was, the part that made me who I was. It's the piece of me that died when they did.

A deep sigh parts and exits my lips, forcibly jostling my ribcage. It's been two years since that day on the cliff with my twin and parents. I still have nightmares.. A shudder runs through me, encouraging me to move forward. As if I could escape the memories by walking away from them.

My hooves carry me over the browning prairie grass easily enough. I have had the time to explore this land after all. I wouldn't say I know it by heart, but I can get around easily enough now. I still avoid the others who live in this land. Something akin to loneliness pricks at me. The land begins to soften beneath me as I find myself near the northern beaches. I don't step onto the shifting ground, but I do observe the waves.

Some small hot tears of grief and frustration sting the corners of my eyes. Two years since the accident. Two years of silence -- silent as the grave. Since Thames found me in a heap by the rubble and I managed to tell him what happened, I haven't been able to bring myself to the point of speaking yet. I can't even really explain why. I suppose it's because I simply lack the right ones.

What words would properly apologize for seeming to stonewall my brother, who plucked me from the wreckage of my life? Which ones would even begin to convey the sorrow at the loss of my family or the impossibility of moving on. It was supposed to be me. And I don't know how I can shoulder that. How can I ever accept that we're probably the last living tatters of our family?

I can't. So, I watch the water instead and pray to whatever gods there are that it will swallow me up, too.


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