THE PRAIRIE LIR head
KVASIR guardians RESIDENTS the adults
CHILDREN the little ones
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 |
Posted on July 22, 2024 at 10:42:50 AM by Vervain
we drank moonbeams from oily skies
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ervain's eyes danced as the grullo stallion touched his lips to her skin and again as he approached their sleeping child. Her skin prickled at the loss of his warmth, and anxiety trickled back into her nerve endings. Through the conditioned bliss, something nagged at her. Had she forgotten something? The feeling slowly mounted as she watched Peyote brush his lips over their daughter's neck.
Velaris inhaled deeply through her nose, an unconscious response to the first gentle touches of her father. The girl's head tipped upward slightly into the sensation, seeking out the physical affection as she stirred. A sleepy smile crept over the girl's pale lips before she sluggishly champed her teeth together. "Daddy," the smoky girl questioned in a slightly whiny tone.
The brindled mare watched the two with an affectionate gaze. He was always so gentle with the daughter they had created. Perhaps that was what had placated some of Vervain's fears when Velaris had first been born on that island in the swamp. To see the new fascination dawn in his blue eyes as their little painted foal wriggled free of her birth sac, it had done many things to help emotionally bind the mare to him. A warning still nagged in the back of her mind, but she remained silent and did not interrupt the impending reunion between father and daughter.
vervain
mare ∙ mutt ∙ black brindle ∙ 16.3 hands
daire's daughter ∙ peyote's prize
daire's daughter ∙ peyote's prize
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- the razor to the knife - By PEYOTE July 25, 2024 at 03:30:55 AM
- waded in his iris to my knees - By Vervain July 26, 2024 at 01:57:46 AM
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