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; zevulun
Posted on February 7, 2024 at 09:24:29 PM by micah



Micah


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Danger was once again diverted. Patrols had once again been assigned away and delegated to younger or more eager beavers intending to impress the Master of the Prairie. It meant that, for once, Micah could seek out the pale stallion for mere companionship. It was rare, finding Zevulun not amongst his women or children - or clashing with some upstart or another that thought they’d the right idea about the Prairie.

He comes at an amble, a soft buffet of his side against Zevulun as he shares and basks in their mutual understanding and masculine too-early-in-the-morning-for-this friendship. Two older men, muttering companionably over the breakfast table as one drank black coffee and the other shoved a doughnut in his mouth. The kind of bromance that began in small towns where the deputy and sheriff were so intertwined with the community that they couldn’t help but share one another’s burdens.

He humphs a bare hello, not making words and relying on sound alone to imply the greeting. He irritably [read: playfully] nabbing a mouthful from where Zevulun had seemed to initially seek a bite of it himself. Then, under his breath, "Your daughter is getting… invested… in asking whether you found her match or not yet. Do an old man a favor and tell your wee chick that there are many and you haven’t vetted them, or something. Even if you haven’t, I will find someone to stick in front of her, at least temporarily..."


A GUARDIAN OF THE LUTHIEN PRAIRIE

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



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