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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

breath of life;
Posted on July 19, 2024 at 04:57:32 PM by chati

Chati

[ ch AH tee ]

castillon & nephilim

▻ dasra (x nephilim) & nasatya (x castillon) ◅

She stands stoically, contemplating what she had overheard over the little while that she had spent near enough to the others. The boys had gone careening across the Prairie in search of someone named Micah that they had come to adore, meaning she had spent much of the time since overhearing the horrible facts� had been in thought.

It was a strange thing, to feel so divided within herself - especially since the last time was when she had spent only five minutes in wondering if she might have to turn one brother down in the face of the other leaving should she concede herself. Their three had been too powerful to relinquish in any respect - and if it took them both from her bodily, she would have fought with the fires of hell itself to prevent it.

But they shared. Well enough that then what came of them had also shared a womb in a way both stallions could not have done. The time in paradise was indulgent, overly-rich� and now she�d come to wonder if perhaps this was the price of two sons born of two men� of not choosing as mares were [apparently] supposed to do.

She hears the voice she�d expected as he approached and her faraway look returns to present clarity. She turns her head in the direction her sons had run and then fixes her eyes solely on Castillon despite Nephilim�s proximity. She wants to hide in that giant silver-maned male, but she will not. He has come to tell her that he leaves for another�s sake and she would hear this in the way that she felt about it.

Alone. Without any power.

Nephilim could not have felt any better, but this first moment was for loss. Not for the support of one who had been with her throughout her pregnancy while Castillon built their castle and filled it with family. "I� I have to leave for a little while, just until mid-winter." She does not change her stance, does not do anything but flick one ear to identify having heard him. "Nephilim will still be here, of course." Her hind hoof stomps. The placating was not sufficient. "Our lover has ever been with me."

It is pointed, her frustrated second stomp, but she has not yet decided what she will do or feel about this. "She is in danger, yes?" There is some awareness that he cannot afford to let this fly, that this is something that he must do as master of their castle. "Then you go, but," She suddenly knows how to bleed some of this frustration, this anger, this likely shared irritation with Nephilim. "You must win me. Catch me, win me, and let us have something to hold onto while we wait you here."

They had played this game only once before, and only in jest, both heart-brothers knowing they would not be kept from her. A spar between her loves, making her blush for their eager competition and yet-- this time not without a prize or without loss. "But if Nephilim wins, and you must leave us without that piece of you with me, I shall be angry and you shall have to fix it when you return. Winter chill will not save you." It is a chance for them to be together, for Nephilim and her to have their little irritation, to exact a cost for the decision he made without them� and a way for her not to feel like such a leaf in the wind when their third was absent.

OF THE LOST ISLAND WILD RUINS

▻ mare - indian country-bred horse - sooty black dun roan sabino splash - 14.1 hh ◅

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