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
This heart no longer beats like it once did. (Jasper)




Time flew by in a seamless trance of life. Years went by from the moment Scarecrow came to the islands until now, his body reaching a good age to search for a home. He was going to be turning six in the spring, but that was something he would deal with then. At the current moment, the stallion was avoiding the mares and the testy stallions of the main island and heading towards the ocean. His large black and white frame weaved through the forest surrounding the meadow before popping out on the beach where his hooves hit sand that was wet and made a faint crunching sound under his dinner plate sized hooves.


Blinking yellow eyes, the stallion sighed before looking over his shoulder, his mind running through the one interaction that had stuck with him over time. Roux had been her name, a mare that did not fit with the rest. He had not seen her since and he did hope she was living well, a small thing that would always be wished from him. Turning back to the ocean, Scarecrow gave a nod before lunging forward into a run over the beach. His large chest slammed against the waves when he got far enough in and his ears pinned to his chest as he began to swim.


Rising from the ocean, Scarecrow let his body pull itself onto the beach of Luthien like a seal beaching itself. He was not elegant nor was he handsome at the moment. His body literally heaved from the ocean before stumbling and falling. His head shook with vertigo before he groaned, his sea legs obviously well out of shape. His yellow gaze did flick farther into the territory he now lay upon and with a final grunt, Scarecrow stood up and shook out his frame.


With a neck that was thick, a sturdy topline, and haunches that packed muscle, Scarecrow eyed that of the Prairie. He had been searching for a home and with word from the commons after the Lagoon lost a boss had him coming here. A peaceful home, one where he stood a chance at peace. Scarecrow then lifted his head up and sent out his call towards any in the Prairie that would answer him and let him know he had indeed made it to the right place.


SCARECROW
Stallion | 18hh | Black Tovero | Of The Lost Island Wilds




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