The Lost Islands
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THE PRAIRIE
LIR
head
NONE
second
NONE
third
KVASIR
guardians
RESIDENTS
the adults
none, none, none
august, citrus, evrain, khan, lavender, lumalee, roisin, sagittarius, tulip, zahara
name, name, name
CHILDREN
the little ones
name, name, name
aquarius, khymm, krayt, lochlan, zahir, zahira
name, name, name
ALLIES
friends
evrain, sephiroth
ENEMIES
foes
zira
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
there's a wind alive in the valley
Posted on January 30, 2026 at 10:52:15 AM by Wolfsbane & Witchhazel


The young pair had caught sight of the stranger while he’d still been battling through the ocean waves, and had stood, still and watchful, as he’d come ashore, staggering before collapsing, in obvious pain. If they were anything other than what they were, perhaps they might have rushed forward to offer aid, or else have retreated to find their lead stallion, for even injured as the stranger was, it was evident he was of formidable size, and they knew it was best to treat injured creatures with caution.

Fortunately, they did not flee, but drifted closer, ears pricked forward, catching the sounds of his coughing and the shrill cry of pain he issued. Out in the open at midday, there was little danger from predators, but come nightfall, that might be a different story. As though aware of this, the pair halted some small distance away, apprehension giving clear evidence of their youth.

Between themselves, a hushed conversation unfolded, the distance such that perhaps a few words here and there would be heard by the black stallion. “He’s got blood scent all over him, beneath the salt-tang,” said the pale mare, her mismatched eyes scanning the stranger, but without getting closer, she would not be able to discern the manner of his injuries.

The brown stallion’s golden-brown gaze remained fixed, watching for something in particular. “Breathing is labored from more than just his injuries and the journey through the water.” If the stranger had the strength or presence of mind to say anything to them, if he was clearheaded enough to notice them through the pain and discomfort, they did not respond yet, too invested in their hushed conversation as they processed the situation before them in their own way.

“It’s because he’s so large a beast, don’t you think? The weight of his own body. You feel it sometimes when you commit to the earth too long, don’t you?” The palomino mare tilted her head toward her brother, though her blue and brown eyes remained on the dark stranger. “I wonder how long he could survive like this if he didn’t muster strength and gain his hooves.”

Wolfsbane flicked his tail idly, and looked to his sister, his tone carrying little surprise, despite his choice of words. “Hazel! What dark thoughts you are dwelling on. Would you not rather try to apply some of what we know, and in the doing, learn, perhaps, something new?” The suggestion to act is what finally pulled her attention to the male beside her.

“Calm, Bane, I was merely expressing curiosity. I know you wonder the very same. But I agree…” And without lingering any longer, she was the first to approach, circling around so that if the stallion was still awake, he’d better be able to see her. “Are you with us, still?” she called out softly as she moved nearer.

One ear twisted back at the sound of her brother following, and he too addressed the stranger. “We wish to help you mend, but we cannot do anything unless you rise and claim the space beneath you.” He drew up alongside Witchhazel, taking a moment to consider more in depth where exactly they were in the Prairie - noting the proximity to one of his home’s borders. Shade, water, plantlife. These were all important.

Witchhazel, however, had something more immediate and pressing on her mind. “If you attempt to harm my brother or I, we will simply leave you where you lay,” she said, blunt but without malice. After all, she did not know who the stallion was, where he had sustained his injuries or why, and how bad they truly were. Young as she was, she would not abide any threat toward her brother first and foremost, nor the herd that resided with them in the Prairie of Luthien.


seal brown cream { Ee/Ata/nCr } 2 Years ~ 14.3 hands
palomino { ee/Ata/nCr } ~ 2 Years ~ 15.0 hands
Khyber x Lavender
love, dante & image from unsplash



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