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 November 3, 2024 at 07:18:55 AM by Lir
His hazel eyes remained locked on her face, flickering from feature to feature to take in every moment Vernonia spoke. His blood pounded as emotions came and went as she assured him: gratitude, shame, then regret for making her feel negative in any capacity.
Lir shook his head as if that would be all it took to sweep away the words he'd said. "You have a life that extends beyond the Prairie," he pointed out gently. "I would not have you apologize for living it."
On a whim, the sable stallion reached for her. Hot breath fluttered forth from his nostrils as Lir brushed his muzzle against what he could touch of her neck. He wanted to comfort her and to assure her he hadn't meant to upset her. The sweet scent of her filled Lir's senses and distracted him, allowing his touch to linger.
Lir shook his head as if that would be all it took to sweep away the words he'd said. "You have a life that extends beyond the Prairie," he pointed out gently. "I would not have you apologize for living it."
On a whim, the sable stallion reached for her. Hot breath fluttered forth from his nostrils as Lir brushed his muzzle against what he could touch of her neck. He wanted to comfort her and to assure her he hadn't meant to upset her. The sweet scent of her filled Lir's senses and distracted him, allowing his touch to linger.
mutt stallion . sable dunskin overo splash . 16.2 hands . son of Daire
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- wish that I could make you mine. - By vernonia November 3, 2024 at 07:32:16 AM
- whispers in the tall grass - By Lir November 3, 2024 at 08:13:53 AM
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