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
Karma’s calling and I hope I can run.




A faint laugh left Eira’s lips when the filly spoke cheetah. Not many would know what one of those was, let alone herself. Yet, she figured they were similar to the spotted cats on Atlantis from tales she heard over the islands and gave a faint nod as she eyed the young horse. “They are spotted cats.” Was all she surmised on them considering she did not know much more herself. Cats that were not on the islands were something anyone rarely knew or looked into considering they were land locked and leaving the islands could very well be a death sentence.


Eudora came to be the young horses name and it was similar to her’s in a way, but she just gave a faint smile not sure how to really think they were similar other than starting with an E and ending with RA. They were two peas in a pod though as they let the rain fall against their backs and just enjoyed the weather. However, that did change faintly when Eira winced backwards at the question if she was one of Zevulun’s mares. She had not met Zevulun yet and for a filly to ask so boldly was a bit odd for her.


“No miss Eudora. I am with Castillon.” She replied, her eyes soft as she then slowly turned to have her face towards the sky. The rain was washing away the dirt that built up over time and some of the droplets falling from her body were brown with natural grime wild horses managed to pick up, let alone even the captive ones. Eira was light colored, so her white patches on her body showed the dirt far worse and the brown streaks falling from her sides at the white were more like a black muck than actual water.

EIRA
mare | 15.2hhs | Classic Champagne Dun Tobino | of the prairie




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