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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

moondust in your lungs
Posted on March 1, 2024 at 05:05:19 AM by Vervain

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The shroud of sleep quickly enveloped the sleek mare, numbing her mind for the most part to outside stimuli. Too eagerly did her brain conjure an explanation for the sensations imagined and real on her skin: Nephilim at her side, whispering touches along her neck. Her breathing hitches once, sending her lashes fluttering. She melts toward the silver buckskin even in her sleep, leaning into the warmth of skin and touch with utmost trust. Vervain rests her head against his neck with a breathy sigh.

It does not dawn on the star-kissed mare that there is solidity in this dream or at least in the figure at her side. Nor does the fact that Nephilim was supposed to still be many miles away alight on her brain. She was perfectly content in this small act that resembled affection with the young stallion that had earned her admiration. There was the ocean and the sea breeze. There was a dream-like happiness and -- "Neph," she murmured.

Vervain

Replies:

the razor to the knife - By PEYOTE March 2, 2024 at 00:00:06 AM
- moondust in your lungs - By Vervain March 2, 2024 at 03:53:11 AM
  - the razor to the knife - By PEYOTE March 3, 2024 at 01:31:48 AM
    - moondust in your lungs - By Vervain March 3, 2024 at 05:48:42 AM
      - the razor to the knife - By PEYOTE March 9, 2024 at 05:50:16 PM
        
        moondust in your lungs - By Vervain March 14, 2024 at 00:59:36 AM
        
        the razor to the knife - By PEYOTE March 15, 2024 at 07:20:39 PM
        
        find my nest of salt ( later ) - By Daire March 15, 2024 at 11:43:54 PM
        
        to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun March 19, 2024 at 01:00:11 AM
        
        they paint the world full of shadows - By nephilim* March 19, 2024 at 01:01:33 AM
        
        find my nest of salt - By Daire March 19, 2024 at 01:39:22 AM
        
        to put all that i amat the palm of your hands - By Zevulun March 28, 2024 at 05:16:20 AM
        
        find my nest of salt - By Daire March 31, 2024 at 00:24:32 AM

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