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
fruit of the spirit;
Posted on February 1, 2024 at 02:08:28 PM by hael



Hael


[HAE el]

no stallion

▻ no children (x no one) ◅


She hears the cry of her brother, her father’s legacy, from where she had been tucking herself away from immediate pelting of ice rocks in the little briar thicket in one of the gulleys. It wasn’t perfect, this idea, but before Claret had screamed - it had seemed passable. Then all hell broke loose and the wind itself screamed as if to try and eat Micah’s following voice into nothing. Her head snapped up, her skittering form climbing the side of her one-time safe gully to try and do as the Guardian had commanded of them all.

As Micah whirls back to the beach, she stretches her whole being into a mad dashing gallop, her legs arguing a little after so fast a change from stillness and into hard pressing work. Her eyes are rimmed with white, not nearly so noble in fear as her other relations - a few ice rocks punching briarthorn bitten flesh hard enough to send her heels into the sky for a moment or two. She matches Micah’s pace, blind to almost anyone else that had taken flight in the group - even her own brother - with her whole being screaming for a shoreline she had never thought to leave.

Her heart hammers in her ears, the wind ripping back past her as if the growing funnel meant to eat the world and slurp the Prairie herd along with the torn plants and dirt already in its gullet.


OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

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



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