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; evadne
Posted on February 7, 2024 at 03:00:44 PM by hael



Hael


[HAE el]

no stallion

▻ no children (x no one) ◅


Her summer sunbathing was warming her up from the morning dew, her body well-rolled in the dried grasses atop the hills as the sun grew stronger in the sky. She looks like a wildwoman, not a princess, but that appearance was only in passing. The blades of grass and the lupin petals would eventually abandon her hide and the glisten of wetness would dry.

Her blue eyes are closed against the glare of the sky’s brilliance. Her black mane swirls around her with a friendly flap and wave. She tilts her faded cheek to the sun’s side like a flower reaching for the light, humming contentment as she rested beneath the umbrella of her father and brother’s protection.

He had promised her to find her a Chosen, as she had heard his traveling doctor call them. A stallion that was meant for her, even if she were not the only one meant for them. She could not say she would never be jealous, to be good in the way of mares that shared in the natural way of things, but she could promise to know what was betrayal and what was simply adding to their familial bonds. It was good, this being reasonable and adult thing, wasn’t it?

That was when she spotted a girl, peeking through her long lashes to fix her blue eyes on the other girl about her age. "Hello there!" She calls cheerily, always keen on the potential of finding a friend in this world who wouldn’t be a love of a brother or kin amongst the vast progeny of her father..


OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

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



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