zevulun |
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| SECONDARY | THIRD | |
| castillon | lir | |
jasper, micah, thames, lohan | ||
| hirka, eira, aura |
eirena, frond, aurelie, luna
mage, daire, vervain, claret lior, hael, atropa belladonna vernonia |
name, name, name |
| eriana, name, name |
*odette, eudora, *dolores adira |
name, name, name |
evrain (hills) sephiroth (thicket) bacardi (forest) mariael (arch) tyr & oswin (ridge) |
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- 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 | ||
Posted on February 19, 2024 at 01:38:57 AM by Lir
It had been a wakeful doze for the young stallion beneath the blossoming tulip tree. Though the sun created warm dapples on his back through the boughs above, the squirrels were simply incessant. They chattered and scampered from branch to branch, creating an occasional rain of petals. The constant sound creeping against his ears wasn't the worst part though. They brought nuts of various kinds from other trees or their remaining stores from winter to the boughs above, ate them, and then promptly dropped them. The wetly chewed pieces of nut kept hitting him, the last one nearly hitting him in the eye.
Squirrels and their busybody nature usually amused Lir, but now it was irritating. He snorted loudly, tossing his head for dramatic effect, which sent a few scampering away. That being the most retribution he cared to give, the pale stallion turned and left the shade of the tulip tree, muttering a little about how he'd been there first. He rolled his eyes and lashed his tail once against his hocks. Stupid squirrels. The sable dun didn't go far. This enclave of tulip trees had become a sort of refuge for him as spring went on. So, he merely came to rest beneath another close to where the hill crested to meet the grove.
A little guiltily, Lir's thoughts turn to his mother and sister upon lowering his head to graze. He'd had some mixed feelings develop toward the former that were confusing and hard to reconcile, which had led to spending more and more time away from her. With him getting older, Daire had done fairly well with relinquishing any kind of motherly control she'd had over him. She had not pried for answers when he disappeared, but he could tell it made her anxious not to know what was going on in his head.
They'd always been fairly communicative in the past. They had to be. The first year and some of his life had been a blur of walking, climbing, swimming, anything that meant moving forward. He had never known a single place to be home and hadn't known until they came to the islands that it had ever been missing. He'd also never realized that he had gone without a parent until Zevulun was in the picture. Daire had never really talked about who his father was and only recently admitted that she thought he had died, which hadn't done much to placate the boy and his inner world of frustration and doubt.
Lir admired Zevulun in many ways. There was gratitude for providing a home, something he'd never had. There was respect for treating him as much like a son as he dared, for trying to teach him what it meant to be a stallion. There was also envy for the colts who really were his sons and the open affection with which they interacted. There was misplaced anger for being kept isolated from the rest of the herd, which was largely aimed toward his mother. Being older now, Lir could understand Zevulun's side with them then: wanting to be there, but not being able to be close. He still, perhaps naively, thought that the pale stallion could have brought them into the fold sooner, especially once Riesling was definitively gone and not coming back.
Riesling. A single huff flutters his ivory nares. He didn't know what to think of her. Lir had been at the reunion between his mother and who he realized was his eldest sister. The things she said had been so confusing and hadn't sounded at all like the mother he had experienced. That was probably the moment Lir started holding himself back from his dam. Something wormed into him that spoke a vague warning. It was illogical, but it remained. It had been why the boy hadn't always told his mother where or when he was going.
If he was honest, the sable male still didn't quite understand why his mother hadn't moved them on by now. She made no move toward leaving the territory they'd lived in the last couple of years. Vervain was quite grown up now. Yet still, Daire didn't leave. Lir understood to an extent that something was between his mother and the stallion who had helped raise him, something that was not supposed to be from what he could tell from observing. Nothing was ever said near his ears, but he could tell by their body language and glances. The warning in his heart thrummed once more that something would happen there, but Lir raised his head and shook it at himself, swatting away the train of thought.
A whinny drew the overo splash up short, and he turned to look quickly toward its source. A friendly smile brightened his pale face. It had been unexpected to make such a good friend out of the other male, unexpected but more than welcome. Lir hadn't had many friends over the years with all the wandering and later with their isolation from the herd. The last year and his separation from his mother had allowed for it to happen. He'd known Castillon was Zevulun's son, but it was only after a little while that he realized that he was also Riesling's son. Which made his best friend his nephew. It was dizzying, and, though he felt guilty for not telling his friend about their relation, Lir had managed to keep the secret. It was a bitter taste: all these secrets they felt forced to keep.
When Zevulun then crested the hill behind Castillon, Lir's stomach dropped. He hadn't been the one told by Riesling to stay away from her relatives, but the message had been clear enough. Sable ears twist back awkwardly and straighten once more. Would Zevulun be angry? Would he forbid their friendship or, worse than that, run him out of the Prairie altogether? Lir's green eyes flicker between their faces as quickly and casually as he can upon moving to approach them. What did it mean that they had come and found him together? He offers a quick smile to the men who were part of his family for better or worse. Trying not to sound abashed, Lir asked a little quizzically: "Hi, guys. What's up?"
Squirrels and their busybody nature usually amused Lir, but now it was irritating. He snorted loudly, tossing his head for dramatic effect, which sent a few scampering away. That being the most retribution he cared to give, the pale stallion turned and left the shade of the tulip tree, muttering a little about how he'd been there first. He rolled his eyes and lashed his tail once against his hocks. Stupid squirrels. The sable dun didn't go far. This enclave of tulip trees had become a sort of refuge for him as spring went on. So, he merely came to rest beneath another close to where the hill crested to meet the grove.
A little guiltily, Lir's thoughts turn to his mother and sister upon lowering his head to graze. He'd had some mixed feelings develop toward the former that were confusing and hard to reconcile, which had led to spending more and more time away from her. With him getting older, Daire had done fairly well with relinquishing any kind of motherly control she'd had over him. She had not pried for answers when he disappeared, but he could tell it made her anxious not to know what was going on in his head.
They'd always been fairly communicative in the past. They had to be. The first year and some of his life had been a blur of walking, climbing, swimming, anything that meant moving forward. He had never known a single place to be home and hadn't known until they came to the islands that it had ever been missing. He'd also never realized that he had gone without a parent until Zevulun was in the picture. Daire had never really talked about who his father was and only recently admitted that she thought he had died, which hadn't done much to placate the boy and his inner world of frustration and doubt.
Lir admired Zevulun in many ways. There was gratitude for providing a home, something he'd never had. There was respect for treating him as much like a son as he dared, for trying to teach him what it meant to be a stallion. There was also envy for the colts who really were his sons and the open affection with which they interacted. There was misplaced anger for being kept isolated from the rest of the herd, which was largely aimed toward his mother. Being older now, Lir could understand Zevulun's side with them then: wanting to be there, but not being able to be close. He still, perhaps naively, thought that the pale stallion could have brought them into the fold sooner, especially once Riesling was definitively gone and not coming back.
Riesling. A single huff flutters his ivory nares. He didn't know what to think of her. Lir had been at the reunion between his mother and who he realized was his eldest sister. The things she said had been so confusing and hadn't sounded at all like the mother he had experienced. That was probably the moment Lir started holding himself back from his dam. Something wormed into him that spoke a vague warning. It was illogical, but it remained. It had been why the boy hadn't always told his mother where or when he was going.
If he was honest, the sable male still didn't quite understand why his mother hadn't moved them on by now. She made no move toward leaving the territory they'd lived in the last couple of years. Vervain was quite grown up now. Yet still, Daire didn't leave. Lir understood to an extent that something was between his mother and the stallion who had helped raise him, something that was not supposed to be from what he could tell from observing. Nothing was ever said near his ears, but he could tell by their body language and glances. The warning in his heart thrummed once more that something would happen there, but Lir raised his head and shook it at himself, swatting away the train of thought.
A whinny drew the overo splash up short, and he turned to look quickly toward its source. A friendly smile brightened his pale face. It had been unexpected to make such a good friend out of the other male, unexpected but more than welcome. Lir hadn't had many friends over the years with all the wandering and later with their isolation from the herd. The last year and his separation from his mother had allowed for it to happen. He'd known Castillon was Zevulun's son, but it was only after a little while that he realized that he was also Riesling's son. Which made his best friend his nephew. It was dizzying, and, though he felt guilty for not telling his friend about their relation, Lir had managed to keep the secret. It was a bitter taste: all these secrets they felt forced to keep.
When Zevulun then crested the hill behind Castillon, Lir's stomach dropped. He hadn't been the one told by Riesling to stay away from her relatives, but the message had been clear enough. Sable ears twist back awkwardly and straighten once more. Would Zevulun be angry? Would he forbid their friendship or, worse than that, run him out of the Prairie altogether? Lir's green eyes flicker between their faces as quickly and casually as he can upon moving to approach them. What did it mean that they had come and found him together? He offers a quick smile to the men who were part of his family for better or worse. Trying not to sound abashed, Lir asked a little quizzically: "Hi, guys. What's up?"
mutt stallion . sable dunskin overo splash . 16.2 hands . son of Daire
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- to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun May 4, 2024 at 08:08:03 PM
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