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
Happiness in spades.

Whispering winds called to a young heart that searched for freedom. Muscles struggled with pain and aches at such a young age, but the small creature did not wander to far from where he was born, or so he thought. Flicking soft and tufted ears, a young colt blinked his yellow hued eyes with a soft bleat escaping his lips. He had wandered from his mom and ever watchful grandfather, but he wasn't in any real danger even if he was a bit nervous.

Lifting his legs, the young colt called Cruise let his body slowly move farther and farther from his family. His curiosity got the better of him and he found himself out in the Prairie. His bright eyes passed down from both Voyager and Bacardi flickered before another bleating whinny escaped his lungs and filled the air. He wasn't scared, but being alone come to find out wasn't what he entirely wanted either.

Shaking out his grulla coat with soft rays of sun caressing his skin, the young male continued on before he heard a call in the distance. Flicking his ears that direction and moving his swollen legs, the defected colt picked up into an unsteady trot and headed towards the voice. His eyes held kindness and not a lick of dangerous intent, something his grandaire had in spades. Shaking his head as he moved though, Cruise went on until his once again sidetracked mind had him bumping into a body much larger than his own.

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