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 08:13:53 AM by Lir
He should have moved away. Yet, he didn't. The stallion's pale muzzle drifted upward in a gentle sweep of her neck, prolonging the physical contact. Lir could feel the atmosphere around them shifting with each lingering touch. It felt like gravity.
Zevulun had always been like a father to him, and Vernonia was his daughter. By all rights, Lir never should have had a mind to cross that line. But Zevulun was not here, and any traces of him vanished from Lir's mind as the painted mare brushed her lips against his shoulder.
The dunskin's breath quickened as the contact. His eyes, though hooded, sought out hers. "Vern.." Lir murmured her name as though it were a question. He could feel himself losing the will to fight the pull of whatever this was becoming.
Zevulun had always been like a father to him, and Vernonia was his daughter. By all rights, Lir never should have had a mind to cross that line. But Zevulun was not here, and any traces of him vanished from Lir's mind as the painted mare brushed her lips against his shoulder.
The dunskin's breath quickened as the contact. His eyes, though hooded, sought out hers. "Vern.." Lir murmured her name as though it were a question. He could feel himself losing the will to fight the pull of whatever this was becoming.
mutt stallion . sable dunskin overo splash . 16.2 hands . son of Daire
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