<font face=times size=1 color=c9c4c2>Let's play a game of life and death.</font>

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

Let's play a game of life and death.
Posted on February 7, 2024 at 01:43:01 AM by Atropa Belladonna

Atropa Belladonna
mare | 15.0hhs | flaxen chestnut | of the lost island wilds

Standing there with her brown eyes flashing, Atropa scanned the stallion that first came her way. His eyes had stuck to her daughter and her ears pinned at that fact. Her neck arch tight to her chest, allowing her chin to touch her breath. She would not stand for them staring at her daughter and it led to a rumbling nicker escaping her lips, the threat audible. Her daughter was her most prized thing and any stallion that looked at her wrong would be met with teeth and hooves.

As he turned back to looking at her, Atropa did not back down at first. Her body was ready to attack when his words flowed through her ears. The mentally unstable mare then turned when a new horse arrived. He was darker than the first, but that did not make things any better. Being here with two stallions against her one body was throwing her on edge but when her daughter moved to peek forward at the stallion closest matching her sire, the mare noticed her child was entranced by his light coloring.

�Greetings, Lior and Micah.� She slowly spoke, her tail lashing at her hocks as her foal stepped farther forward. No longer covering the foal, Atropa seemed to grow more uneasy until her foal stopped moving and gave a wordless whinny to the stallion most like her. It had the flaxen chestnut mare pinning her ears, but she turned to the dark stallion. �I have come in search of a home.� She had indeed done just that, but it was not to find Castillon. She wanted a quiet place to stay and so far out of all the islands, Luthien was the most mellow.

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