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 September 11, 2025 at 04:43:27 AM by Lir
The painted stallion had been able to do nothing to abate the anxiety that gnawed through him and fingered through his insides ever since Zira had come with her declaration. Lir had been so sure of his intentions when he had challenged for Citrus and had been thrilled to help free her from the guilt of leaving her home and claimer. Admittedly, the overo had gotten overzealous: triggered by the anniversary of his sister's abduction. As a result, Lir hadn't anticipated the fallout from such rash actions. The male he'd beaten? A relative of an ally and neighbor. Now.. an enemy. What a mess.
These thoughts and more coursed through the Prairie lead's mind when a call lured him toward the coast. Apprehensive, the sable stallion took his time approaching and then left plenty of space between them when finally he settled. Lir wasn't sure that he had met the calico-marked male standing before him. Yet the scent that wafted into his nostrils made the pale skin of his nose quiver: Tinuvel. "I've no interest in a fight, if that's what you've come for," he stated guardedly.
These thoughts and more coursed through the Prairie lead's mind when a call lured him toward the coast. Apprehensive, the sable stallion took his time approaching and then left plenty of space between them when finally he settled. Lir wasn't sure that he had met the calico-marked male standing before him. Yet the scent that wafted into his nostrils made the pale skin of his nose quiver: Tinuvel. "I've no interest in a fight, if that's what you've come for," he stated guardedly.
Lir
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