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
Vitam impendere vero. (Zevulun & Castillon)

Nahawi
stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | Headmaster of the Shore

DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH..



Things had changed once more, leaving Nahawi searching for something. His pained blue eyes searched his home for anything he could find that would pinpoint him to a duty, but he found nothing. Instead, the red dun was once again lacking a family. He had SHiloh, Aase, and his two children, but that was it. It left a sour taste on the red duns tongue, but he could do nothing to change it in the current moment. With that in mind, the stallion let out a sigh and faced the ocean once more.


It had been a while since he went in search of allies, his last attempt having been Mariael. He owed her another visit, but for now he had another place in mind. Nodding his head with that checklist, the stallion nodded to his daughter before his frame once more left the Shore all together. With no foals sired so far this season and an aching heart that filled itself with poisonous self-hatred, Nahawi headed towards Zevulun and Castillon.


Rising from the blue waves with his body shaking, Nahawi almost sighed in relief at the scent of Luthien. It had been far to long since he had been here, but he did not mind. His head instinctively turned towards the Forest where his oldest living child resided, but he did not make a move to head in that direction. He wanted to, oh so badly did he, but he didn't. Feeling his legs shake under the want, he turned away from that territory and moved farther up the beach in the Prairie.


Opening his pink and brown lips, Nahawi sent out a call to Zevulun. He was interested in speaking to the lead here who had once said he would come to the Shore himself. However, Nahawi had taken this into his own hands and now stood in a territory that was not his. In time that might come to bite him in the rump, but for now it was okay. With everything going on back home and a dangerous beast as his neighbor, the red dun needed to make alliances and offer aid to anyone that could need it so his self loathing would maybe stop for once on its course to swallow him whole.




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