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
the razor to the knife



HE'LL BE THE RISK IN THE KISS
might be the anger on your lips

Affection was not exactly unknown to Peyote by now, but it was extremely rare. As the young mare’s breath changed his black-lined ears flicked to the side and back, then onto her again. Her warmth was welcome, as was the soft pressure of her weight as she leaned herself firmly into him. Peyote felt the excited shiver that’d drew him after her quiet down somewhat, though his heart still beat rather fast in his chest. The painted boy stood completely still, caught somewhere between bewilderment at the sensation and enjoyment, too. He had never realized how nice it was to cuddle up close to someone like this.

She spoke and, as close as they were, he caught the word. Neph. Peyote blinked a few times in confusion, trying to think of everything he knew to figure out exactly what a neph was. It only took him a few moments of realizing he’d never heard the word for a new suspicion to latch on.

Neph was not a what, but a who. The way she leaned comfortably into him, still caught somewhere in her exhausted sleep, meant she had thought he was someone else. Anger cut through him and settled like hard stone in his belly. As much as he had enjoyed her cuddling up to him he did not like that she thought he was someone else.

Before acting he should have thought, but he was incapable of it. The anger and jealousy were ugly emotions and they stormed inside him as he stiffened against her and snorted loudly, then gave one firm and angry word. “No.”

He reached down and nipped at her, whatever close piece of skin he might manage to grab or even glaze over with his whiskered lips if he couldn’t manage a bite. Peyote punished her for daring to think about another stallion while she cuddled up to him, never once considering how unfair or wrong that was of him to do.

the lagoon marauder
psychedelic x bane. smoky grullo overo (Ee aa nCr Dd nO ). 3 years. reference



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