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 May 30, 2025 at 01:28:51 PM by Lir
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| Telling the man that he'd made it to the Prairie seemed to at least have some kind of effect on the downed blue roan. Lir's eyes-- still full of concern-- watched as the male's head lower back to the sand. The sable paint had been about to scan the ocean and shoreline again when the question rasped out below him.
An ache seized somewhere deep in the young male's chest at the mention of his foster father. Yet the question had been a confirmation of his previous suspicion as to who the blue roan might be. It had always been Castillon who'd accompanied Zevulun on any political visits. As Zevulun's heir, that had been expected. It was also why the two males on the empty beach had never met. Lir backed up a step or two as the male shifted on the ground below him. The sea winds sent his mane flying once more as they gusted by. He waited for the roan to settle upright before attempting to break the news to him. How disorienting would it be for the man to hear that Zevulun and much of his herd had left these shores, especially now when it seemed his need was dire? Once settled the stranger revealed his identity. He did his best to hide the surprise that no doubt crossed the pale planes of his face. Evrain, lead of the Hills on far-away Salem. What on earth had happened to him? "I wish we were meeting under different circumstances, Evrain," admitted the male, a regretful wistfulness undulating beneath the syllables. You will be safe here." The words were the only balm that the champagne male could offer before his explanation comes. He knew that what was said next may very well distress the wounded Hills king. For a moment, Lir's self-confidence dipped as, in the back of his mind, he wondered if this male will dub him a poor replacement for the pale constance of Zevulun. Pink-tinged lips roll once between his teeth before the overo splash spoke again. "My name is Lir," began his summarized explanation. "Zevulun and his family have gone to the continent. I rule the Prairie in his stead until his or Castillon's return." |
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