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
you know the tune so the words dont matter
Posted on February 7, 2024 at 11:00:05 PM by castillon


They went to the ground, Castillon shouldering the brunt of the weight and holding steadfast to the control in his limbs to make sure he guided them both down as safely as possible. The young stallion held onto her as she cried, heart aching more and more as her figure trembled against him. Any time she shook particularly hard, he made sure to adjust how he was holding on to her so that he could squeeze her a little more tightly up against him. A small, wordless gesture to just keep telling her: I’m here. You’re not alone.

Young, he struggled between two paths of thought as he held onto her and listened to her muffled cries. Due to his youth, anger was all too easy to feel radiating inside himself, and despite her never having named him as the culprit, he already had the silver-haired bay in mind. Every time her sobs shook her, he found himself flicking his ears back, envisioning the thickly built Lagoon draft, and wanting to find him and strike him until he sobbed as she did.

However, Castillon had been raised by a man who tried time and time again to teach him that only paying heed to your anger and falling to its suggestions would be an undoing. Through actions alone, too, Castillon had watched his father care for those who needed it, never once turning his back on them to seek revenge. As much as he hated to remember it, Castillon thought of the time Claret had returned home from Salem, and how much it’d broken his heart to see her tears. His father had done much like he was doing with Aura now, holding her and acting as a physical support to bind her to this world so she did not become lost in the waves of her grief.

Soon, Aura’s cries softened. Her body did not shake so violently against him. She didn’t pull away and Castillon didn’t either, keeping himself tucked against and around her. Idly he brushed at strands of her hair, not in an overly intimate way, but just to gently stroke her as she calmed.

Her words were soft and muffled, but they were tucked so close and he was so fixated on her that he caught each one. Briefly, Castillon felt a small ripple of shock - he did not know Aura or her brother well, but enough that he knew Aura was not one to speak. Even speaking with her and addressing her earlier, he hadn’t anticipated a response, but to hear her voice now, so small, ragged, and broken… Castillon’s heart ached even more swiftly.

I miss my mom.

He missed his mother too, but the way it was said by Aura and of what little he knew of her and her brother before they came to the Prairie, Castillon had a feeling Aura’s mother wasn’t simply living elsewhere like his was. He did not know how it felt to lose a parent, though his father had mentioned it off-handedly here and again. Castillon’s half-pink, half-black lips reached to softly brush a strand of her pale hair away and he sighed a warm breath on her skin, then softly said, “I’m sorry, Aura.” There was only a brief pause before he suggested, “Some day, if you’d like, I’d love for you to tell me all about her.” He wasn’t sure if that was a possibility for her or not, or if she’d even want to, but he offered all the same.


CASTILLON
zevulun x riesling | second of the prairie



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