The Lost Islands
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THE PRAIRIE
LIR
head
NONE
second
NONE
third
KVASIR
guardians
RESIDENTS
the adults
none, none, none
dreamer, khan, lumalee, roisin, zahara
name, name, name
CHILDREN
the little ones
name, name, name
zahir, zahira
name, name, name
ALLIES
friends
evrain, sephiroth
ENEMIES
foes
none
GUIDELINES
common sense, really
i. the Prairie stands as a symbol of peace and prosperity among the islands
ii. anyone is welcome to live here so long as they do not bring harm to the Prairie or any of it's residents
iii. 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
iv. 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
v. 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 February 1, 2024 at 01:57:42 PM by micah



Micah


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The rain had begun with little pomp of circumstance, just a typical rainfall. He had, at first, not bothered to take shelter, his already dark grullo coloration made even darker with the wetness. He shook it off, resoaking instantly as the world seemed to hold its breath. The lightning that split the sky was what truly beckoned to him to move. The three-succession bolts out of the dark sky seemed almost to split the heavens, stars beginning to fall as hail - pelting him first with those the size of creek pebbles - then they grew.

Castillon bellowed and it drew his path that direction instantly, the Guardian already accustomizing himself with the young heir’s command. He is almost to th little gathering before there is a little mare screaming out ‘Run!’. He whirls, skidding to a stop in the belief there was a pursuing enemy to vanquish-- only his pivoted rear only results in a second scream of her original command. "Run! Towards the Thicket or the beach!!" The most cover, the densest plantlife or the path least attractive to such a weather phenomenon. "Run now!"

He does just that, galloping towards the shoreline on the horizon and hoping that within the time between him and the beachy sands, the tornado might bend and take a path utterly away from those who might run with him or follow the other course towards the Thicket.


A GUARDIAN OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

▻ stallion - andalusian mutt - grullo tobiano splash - 16.0 hh - solomon x columbina ◅



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