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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Güneşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (Cicada x Khar'pern) |
Rules• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. • Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission. • All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say. • Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met. • You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page. |
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Posted on August 24, 2012 at 07:12:20 AM by thane
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| It seemed like forever that they were locked together in the silence of their touch, dark skin against light, and light against dark. Her teeth carefully working across his skin and tugging roughly at his mane, yanking out the knots and the tangles for the first time in what must have been years. Still, the stallion lets her do this, hearing nothing but the silence of his dark lips running down her shoulder and her teeth picking through his hair.
A silence he has not heard for a long time. Naturally, his eyes had closed, and perhaps he could have slept here, with his mouth propped up against Anath’s stark, strong shoulder, his legs standing uneven against the slight incline in the ground. Just as he leans forwards, letting his lean chest press into hers, once again the contrast of their skins flattering and eye catching, there is a shattering sound against the quiet. First it is the soft clatter of foreign hooves against the suddenly rocky surface of the ground here where the two rebel leaders embraced, forcing Thane to throw back his ears as he listens, reluctant to pry himself from the amazonian woman’s side. Then the voice. Of course, the grullo is not a man that enjoys being caught off guard. As the woman blurts out into the opening, he whirls away from Anath, head low and ears back. Adopting the stance used for intimidation, the stallion does not want to come to blows with one of his companion’s followers, that his rage at being found and whatever self-loathing rage had blindly brought him here, would guarantee a bloody, if needlessly violent, fight. She is not much taller than him, but the bulk of her body makes it evident that she is not built for speed. Already Thane finds himself sizing up the mare, ears still slicked back against his dark, matted mane and his teeth chattering as he seems to be weighing the consequences of falling into battle with the strange woman. Instead, he starts pacing, making an irritated barrier with his body in front of Anath, as though this new woman poses a threat to her. Of course, he realizes that he has forgotten his place at the top of the world- and that he is not welcomed here, not even by the champagne mare behind him. So it is without a world that he turns towards the diminishing slope of the peak, moving down it quickly and then turning to the right, where he suddenly disappears into the trees. Gone. Thane "The swamp king moves in stealthy silence." stallion. mutt. smoky grullo. Ee aa DD nCr. 15.2 hh. character and text by russell. |
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- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH August 24, 2012 at 06:37:18 PM
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