Name:
Prairie
Nickname:
Cinnamon (Street Name)
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
MerryLou
Selah Morova Hawkins
Valeriya
Artist:
SilverSamurai
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Prairie
Nickname:
Cinnamon (Street Name)
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
MerryLou
Selah Morova Hawkins
Valeriya
Artist:
SilverSamurai
Design Transfer:
silversongbird0
Bio:
Fun loving viscet who always seems to get into some trouble doing even the most ordinary tasks. While he is easy going, he isn't very close to his family and friends since he doesn't remain in one spot for very long. He does stop in to visit his family every now and then, usually with something exciting for his younger family members when he does. During his travels he has seen many different creatures including a pine marten named Crow. Crow was the one who gifted him the feathers that he proudly wears in his fur just below his ear. Crow may not talk much but Prairie finds him company enough to not feel lonely in his travels throughout the land. Prairie makes friends easily due to his personality but can become distant from them if they are not good with long distance relationships. He doesn't like to be tied down in one spot very long but is always willing for those close to him to join him in his travels. |
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An odd mix. I mean who could have thought of a Viscet and Pine Marten pair?
It was boredom and loneliness that brought the two together one day to be companions since.
Prairie was out wandering the woods, like he enjoyed to do on days when it was warm and the sun was out, when he spotted a small figure in the branches of one of the trees. A small little Pine Marten stood there on the lowest branch, watching him cautiously, obviously startled by the large Viscet. Prairie had never seen one before but he figured there must be lots of them in the woods, just hidden from the sight of predators. Prairie found the little creature interesting and decided to settle nearby in the shade of another tree to watch it and see what exactly a pine marten does. I guess you could say that Prairie was curious about the other inhabitants of the woods that he had come to call his home.
Eased by his non threatening manner, the pine marten continued on his search in the tree, looking for anything he could eat. The pine marten was hungry and struggled greatly to find something to eat. Scratching at the bark of the tree, he tried to catch insects in a last minute attempt to fill his growling belly but to no avail.
Prairie was moved by this and set off to find some food for the pine marten himself. He returned with a small scrap of meat from his breakfast earlier that morning and left the food on the branch where he had last seen the little creature. The marten wasn't there when Prairie returned but within moments of leaving the food, he had returned to sight, drawn out by the smell of the meat. He eagerly ate the food and then vanished off into the tree once more.
Prairie sighed, suddenly missing the funny little creature and the companionship it had brought him but decided it may be for the best that he continue on his way. He made his way back to his den and settled in for the night. He was woken by a chatter nearby and opened his eyes to see the little pine marten standing before him with two feathers in his mouth. Both were white with a black tip and Prairie recognized them as the feathers of a golden eagle. The marten rested them on the ground before backing away and Prairie was now fascinated with thoughts of how the marten would have come by these feathers; everyone knew the eagles guarded their feathers as prized possessions.
Realizing they were a gift to him, Prairie took them and rested them in his fur, enjoying the way they tickled his neck a bit. The pine marten turned to leave but Prairie called out to him, wanting his companionship.
"No. Please stay." Prairie asked and the pine marten returned to the den with a soft chatter.
Ever since then the two have been inseparable. Prairie named the marten Crow after he tried to mimic the sound of a crow passing overhead, such a funny little creature, but that story is for another day.
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An odd mix. I mean who could have thought of a Viscet and Pine Marten pair?
It was boredom and loneliness that brought the two together one day to be companions since.
Prairie was out wandering the woods, like he enjoyed to do on days when it was warm and the sun was out, when he spotted a small figure in the branches of one of the trees. A small little Pine Marten stood there on the lowest branch, watching him cautiously, obviously startled by the large Viscet. Prairie had never seen one before but he figured there must be lots of them in the woods, just hidden from the sight of predators. Prairie found the little creature interesting and decided to settle nearby in the shade of another tree to watch it and see what exactly a pine marten does. I guess you could say that Prairie was curious about the other inhabitants of the woods that he had come to call his home.
Eased by his non threatening manner, the pine marten continued on his search in the tree, looking for anything he could eat. The pine marten was hungry and struggled greatly to find something to eat. Scratching at the bark of the tree, he tried to catch insects in a last minute attempt to fill his growling belly but to no avail.
Prairie was moved by this and set off to find some food for the pine marten himself. He returned with a small scrap of meat from his breakfast earlier that morning and left the food on the branch where he had last seen the little creature. The marten wasn't there when Prairie returned but within moments of leaving the food, he had returned to sight, drawn out by the smell of the meat. He eagerly ate the food and then vanished off into the tree once more.
Prairie sighed, suddenly missing the funny little creature and the companionship it had brought him but decided it may be for the best that he continue on his way. He made his way back to his den and settled in for the night. He was woken by a chatter nearby and opened his eyes to see the little pine marten standing before him with two feathers in his mouth. Both were white with a black tip and Prairie recognized them as the feathers of a golden eagle. The marten rested them on the ground before backing away and Prairie was now fascinated with thoughts of how the marten would have come by these feathers; everyone knew the eagles guarded their feathers as prized possessions.
Realizing they were a gift to him, Prairie took them and rested them in his fur, enjoying the way they tickled his neck a bit. The pine marten turned to leave but Prairie called out to him, wanting his companionship.
"No. Please stay." Prairie asked and the pine marten returned to the den with a soft chatter.
Ever since then the two have been inseparable. Prairie named the marten Crow after he tried to mimic the sound of a crow passing overhead, such a funny little creature, but that story is for another day.
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Prairie remembered the day he found Azura, she was just a tiny little thing, placed in a circle of rocks with a few toys to keep her occupied. He of course looked for her parents before deciding that it was much too cold and dangerous for such a young viscet to be out here alone. He urged the child to come with him and helped her carry her toys back to the den he was currently staying in.
He made sure she got settled in before bringing her some food and setting up a bed for her to sleep in.
There was a storm that night that shook the cave and lightning lit up the sky. As Prairie watched the storm from the entrance of the den, the small little viscet crawled over to lay beside him. He looked down at the child and suddenly felt a rush of joy at the sight of her. Prairie had never really thought of having kids of his own, he was always too busy traveling to think of ever settling down but the sight of the young viscet curled against him made him smile.
She needed him so he guessed she would just have to come along with him on his adventures. She looked up at him and cooed softly, "Daddy..."
He laughed and shook his head, "No my dear, call me Uncle Prairie."
He may not be ready to be a father quite yet but he would definitely look after this little one.
He made sure she got settled in before bringing her some food and setting up a bed for her to sleep in.
There was a storm that night that shook the cave and lightning lit up the sky. As Prairie watched the storm from the entrance of the den, the small little viscet crawled over to lay beside him. He looked down at the child and suddenly felt a rush of joy at the sight of her. Prairie had never really thought of having kids of his own, he was always too busy traveling to think of ever settling down but the sight of the young viscet curled against him made him smile.
She needed him so he guessed she would just have to come along with him on his adventures. She looked up at him and cooed softly, "Daddy..."
He laughed and shook his head, "No my dear, call me Uncle Prairie."
He may not be ready to be a father quite yet but he would definitely look after this little one.
Prairie loved watching Azura grow into a curious viscet and was eager to share his knowledge with her on every subject from flowers, to geography, it wasn’t hard to teach her as they traveled around and came across new things. Her favorite topic had to be insects, and particularly butterflies. She loved following the bright wings through fields and they seemed to be comfortable with her as well. It was no wonder that Prairie started calling her butterfly as a term of endearment.
He loved watching her rush up to him, a big grin on her face and curiosity alive in her eyes as she brought him a new specimen to identify or just admire with her. He brought himself to learn more about the insects just so he could teach her over time, he would be heartbroken if he wasn’t able to support her search for knowledge.
This particular day, Azura had been chasing a particularly stubborn moth when she saw the much more colorful set of wings in the grass. She collected it carefully, using the technique that Prairie had shown her so as to not hurt it, and brought it to Prairie to be identified. It was rare for Azura to not know what kind of species it was now as she had found so many butterflies and had even watched the monarch migration to their wintering grounds.
Prairie was glad to study the butterfly she brought him as he sunbathed in the clearing. When she opened her paws, it fluttered to sit upon her shoulder and he looked at the patterns on the wings.
“Ah, that is a pretty one you have there,” he said as they both watched it stretch its wings, before refolding them.
“I have never seen this type before. Do you know what it is Uncle?” Azura asked as it fluttered around her and landed on Prairie’s outstretched paw.
Prairie had indeed seen this type before and searched through his mind for the name of it, "I do believe it is a Limenitis arthemis astyanax. Also known as a Red-Spotted Purple butterfly."
He blew on the wings of the butterfly carefully causing it to take flight and land on Azura’s muzzle. Prairie smiled as she giggled, watching the butterfly on her snout. After a few moments of watching the butterfly, she carefully shook her head to send it back into flight. The butterfly took a few laps around the pair before gliding back off across the field of flowers to resume its search for nectar. Azura returned to try and find the moth that had evaded her and Prairie settled back down to sun bathe and watch.
He loved watching her rush up to him, a big grin on her face and curiosity alive in her eyes as she brought him a new specimen to identify or just admire with her. He brought himself to learn more about the insects just so he could teach her over time, he would be heartbroken if he wasn’t able to support her search for knowledge.
This particular day, Azura had been chasing a particularly stubborn moth when she saw the much more colorful set of wings in the grass. She collected it carefully, using the technique that Prairie had shown her so as to not hurt it, and brought it to Prairie to be identified. It was rare for Azura to not know what kind of species it was now as she had found so many butterflies and had even watched the monarch migration to their wintering grounds.
Prairie was glad to study the butterfly she brought him as he sunbathed in the clearing. When she opened her paws, it fluttered to sit upon her shoulder and he looked at the patterns on the wings.
“Ah, that is a pretty one you have there,” he said as they both watched it stretch its wings, before refolding them.
“I have never seen this type before. Do you know what it is Uncle?” Azura asked as it fluttered around her and landed on Prairie’s outstretched paw.
Prairie had indeed seen this type before and searched through his mind for the name of it, "I do believe it is a Limenitis arthemis astyanax. Also known as a Red-Spotted Purple butterfly."
He blew on the wings of the butterfly carefully causing it to take flight and land on Azura’s muzzle. Prairie smiled as she giggled, watching the butterfly on her snout. After a few moments of watching the butterfly, she carefully shook her head to send it back into flight. The butterfly took a few laps around the pair before gliding back off across the field of flowers to resume its search for nectar. Azura returned to try and find the moth that had evaded her and Prairie settled back down to sun bathe and watch.
Prairie sat down, wondering what would come next. He had traveled as far as he could and was left staring at a blank coast. He leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes, taking in the breeze and resting. It was strange how sore he felt once he had remained stationary for so long. When he did finally go to get up, all his joints cracked and he knelt by the tree preparing to get up on his creaky legs. That's when he saw it. Tangled up in the roots of the tree he was sitting in was a small egg. He peered closer at it and realized it was a viscet egg with greens and purples marking up the white coloration.
Prairie unwrapped the roots from the egg and studied it closely. It seemed like it had been there in the roots for an awfully long time and he gazed around. There were no tracks around the tree besides his own, and in the soft sand anything would leave a mark. He found it strange that this egg just seemed to appear next to him, no sign of the parents. Prairie rubbed the shell a bit and then looked at the tree once more.
He knew what kind of tree this was. Well at least he thought he did. Now what was it again. Lindor? No. Lindent? No. Ugh, what was that name? That's when the egg started moving and cracking in his paws. He set it down gently and watched as it broke open and a small little muzzle poked out. Prairie watched the little viscet stretch weakly from the egg and smiled.
"Linden." Prairie said out loud, looking at the child by his feet. A name suited for the little one.
Prairie unwrapped the roots from the egg and studied it closely. It seemed like it had been there in the roots for an awfully long time and he gazed around. There were no tracks around the tree besides his own, and in the soft sand anything would leave a mark. He found it strange that this egg just seemed to appear next to him, no sign of the parents. Prairie rubbed the shell a bit and then looked at the tree once more.
He knew what kind of tree this was. Well at least he thought he did. Now what was it again. Lindor? No. Lindent? No. Ugh, what was that name? That's when the egg started moving and cracking in his paws. He set it down gently and watched as it broke open and a small little muzzle poked out. Prairie watched the little viscet stretch weakly from the egg and smiled.
"Linden." Prairie said out loud, looking at the child by his feet. A name suited for the little one.
Crow:
Crow is a Pine marten that found Prairie during one of his travels. Both of them decided to stick around and now Prairie and Crow are just about inseperable