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 25, 2024 at 11:11:15 PM by Lir
Much had happened in the Prairie of late. Too much, Lir would say, but any respectful standard. He was dazed, in awe of it all. For one, his mother had been challenged for and subsequently defended. His younger sister Vervain had finally made her way back to them and not alone; a child clung to her hip. She said little of the year of captivity, but the filly had been fathered by her captor. It pained the stallion grievously to see Vervain so... docile and diminished as if something was holding her back from fully reconnecting with life among them.
Thirdly, two beautiful mares had decided to join him, to live with him in the Prairie. Roisin.. she had taken a chance on him, and that had emboldened the young sable man. To be accepted as himself, awkward though he may have been, was encouraging. Lir wanted to become closer to the bay paint, but he held himself back and respected her space when she requested he do so. Rallied by his success, Lir had returned to the Crossing.
There he had found the golden Zahara. With her, though he was still unpracticed, there had been a light in her eyes that had not shone in Roisin's, a contagious excitement that lit the stallion from within. Then that night, they'd been so swept up in the moment of their return to the Prairie's shores.. His ears flicked once then as Lir sucked in a breath at the memory of that first night together under the stars and the electric heat where their skin touched.
That same heat thrilled through him and did not diminish as the hours of the day went on, though he did not have Zahara or even Roisin actively on his mind as he patrolled the border with the Forest to the south. His mind was a sieve, fully present in each moment as he secured and marked each mile. It processed each sound and scent as they occurred and moved on once each was fully investigated.
Once his hooves touched the sand, Lir balked. He paced forward slowly, each step sinking into the pale sand until the low tide washed over his hooves. Lir scowled across the ocean and the reddening horizon at the far finger of the Peak that pointed north. Somewhere across the water was that bastard who had wrenched Vervain and Velaris both from them again. Fury bubbled up in his chest like an inferno, hot and immediate. Molars gnashed together, and then he spat into the surf.
Lir turned from the water. His pale tail lashed mercilessly against his hocks and hindquarters as he did so. Then he charged back into the depths of the depths of his home. Pale hooves sank deep into the earth, sending sand and then loose dirt flying in the wake of his frenzied run. Lir raked himself over the proverbial coals as he ran. He'd failed to protect Vervain yet again, and now even his newfound niece had been taken from them. They'd only just come back from wherever they'd been hidden; how had he not kept a closer eye on them?
Still agitated, both from his anger and the season, Lir finally stopped -- teeth still champing harshly -- near his private scrap of the Prairie. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of everything within the land, but he'd always found it mystical. What stood before him was a grove of weeping cherry trees and a pool that rested through some of the trees. In the spring when the cherry blossoms littered every inch of the hollow, it would rain and fill the pool with water that followed down from the upper slopes of the valley. The water would rise above the western edge of the pond and flow down the eroded path that led toward the sea.
Now in the fall, the cherry trees bent low over the water's edge. Their dangling leaves often kissed the surface, but they also created a curtain that veiled the space beneath each tree's boughs. This is what he had come for: the peace and quiet of solitude. Lir had not yet shared this private place with either of his new ladies. The relationships felt too new to him to reveal too much too soon, especially this private piece of himself. He had not been beneath the canopy of his most favorite tree for more than a few minutes -- blood still simmering -- before the sound of steps came from beyond the green curtain. Lir froze, barely managing to turn toward the sound when a face appeared through the leaves from the gathering twilight.
Thirdly, two beautiful mares had decided to join him, to live with him in the Prairie. Roisin.. she had taken a chance on him, and that had emboldened the young sable man. To be accepted as himself, awkward though he may have been, was encouraging. Lir wanted to become closer to the bay paint, but he held himself back and respected her space when she requested he do so. Rallied by his success, Lir had returned to the Crossing.
There he had found the golden Zahara. With her, though he was still unpracticed, there had been a light in her eyes that had not shone in Roisin's, a contagious excitement that lit the stallion from within. Then that night, they'd been so swept up in the moment of their return to the Prairie's shores.. His ears flicked once then as Lir sucked in a breath at the memory of that first night together under the stars and the electric heat where their skin touched.
That same heat thrilled through him and did not diminish as the hours of the day went on, though he did not have Zahara or even Roisin actively on his mind as he patrolled the border with the Forest to the south. His mind was a sieve, fully present in each moment as he secured and marked each mile. It processed each sound and scent as they occurred and moved on once each was fully investigated.
Once his hooves touched the sand, Lir balked. He paced forward slowly, each step sinking into the pale sand until the low tide washed over his hooves. Lir scowled across the ocean and the reddening horizon at the far finger of the Peak that pointed north. Somewhere across the water was that bastard who had wrenched Vervain and Velaris both from them again. Fury bubbled up in his chest like an inferno, hot and immediate. Molars gnashed together, and then he spat into the surf.
Lir turned from the water. His pale tail lashed mercilessly against his hocks and hindquarters as he did so. Then he charged back into the depths of the depths of his home. Pale hooves sank deep into the earth, sending sand and then loose dirt flying in the wake of his frenzied run. Lir raked himself over the proverbial coals as he ran. He'd failed to protect Vervain yet again, and now even his newfound niece had been taken from them. They'd only just come back from wherever they'd been hidden; how had he not kept a closer eye on them?
Still agitated, both from his anger and the season, Lir finally stopped -- teeth still champing harshly -- near his private scrap of the Prairie. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of everything within the land, but he'd always found it mystical. What stood before him was a grove of weeping cherry trees and a pool that rested through some of the trees. In the spring when the cherry blossoms littered every inch of the hollow, it would rain and fill the pool with water that followed down from the upper slopes of the valley. The water would rise above the western edge of the pond and flow down the eroded path that led toward the sea.
Now in the fall, the cherry trees bent low over the water's edge. Their dangling leaves often kissed the surface, but they also created a curtain that veiled the space beneath each tree's boughs. This is what he had come for: the peace and quiet of solitude. Lir had not yet shared this private place with either of his new ladies. The relationships felt too new to him to reveal too much too soon, especially this private piece of himself. He had not been beneath the canopy of his most favorite tree for more than a few minutes -- blood still simmering -- before the sound of steps came from beyond the green curtain. Lir froze, barely managing to turn toward the sound when a face appeared through the leaves from the gathering twilight.
mutt stallion . sable dunskin overo splash . 16.2 hands . son of Daire
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