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The Prime MinisterKhar'pern |
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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 November 3, 2012 at 08:47:49 AM by thane
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| He wore the moss and the vines entwined in his hair like they were the badges of his status. His skin, looking more green than the brown-black-grey it ought to be, carried with it the heavy stink of the lagoon, and as such, that was all the stallion could ever smell these days. His hooves were caked with day, week, month old mud that had only gotten there by chance when he had taken to travelling on one of the low roads, where the water from the smallest rivers in the lagoon had slipped up over the edges of the stream, the water’s belly fat and full from the run off and rain that had graced the swamp over these past few weeks.
All in all and to be blunt, Thane looked completely out of place as he stepped up the slopes of shale and stone, his dirty hooves clicking against the ground and echoing off the peaks that towered up above him. He did not call out, as he never did, but instead found solid footing about the eaves of the mountain, keeping a fast eye and ear on the surrounding trees, listening for the lifesigns of a herd. Their numbers had been waning, the great hawks and eagles of the peak, with their womanly prowess no longer keeping themselves ahead of the lagoon vagabonds. Both places should have best resembled ghost towns, with their empty houses and even emptier windows. It was not until Thane had found his way all but half way to the top of the mountain that his black nostrils had flared and brought in the scent of a woman- one that had no doubt been here for several days over the past few months. Here he stops. Never awed by the mighty height of the stone giant, the swamp king stands amongst his own filth, ignorant to his unclean and sinister appearance, unaware that he could be spotted from a mile away, if not smelt by the acrid and musty stench of the swamp that clung to his furs. Here, he is but a sore thumb standing out in the open, but he has made his efforts to all by disappear into the depths of the lagoon, to become part of the thin, leaning trees that bow crookedly over the swampwater and try to stretch feebly up to the sky for light. Settling his hooves into the ground here, he closes his eyes, shielding them from the waning sun and allowing his ears to twitch this way and that. Listening, always listening. From the soft rasp in his throat that reaches all the way to his lungs, to the gentle twitter of the birds in the trees, the stallion can hear the widest range of sounds here in this strange forest, finding that he is on the opposite side of the mountain where he had last met the warrior queen, and far, far away from where they had done their terrible deeds and decided never to speak of it again. Such things that are not spoken of, cannot be histories kept in tales alone. 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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Replies:
- sweet and divine - By Vashti November 3, 2012 at 11:01:03 PM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH November 4, 2012 at 03:58:27 AM
- Pure, innocent instinct. - By thane November 4, 2012 at 05:13:26 AM
- Persian Queen - By Vashti November 4, 2012 at 09:43:30 PM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH November 7, 2012 at 05:01:51 PM
- Pure, innocent instinct. - By thane November 14, 2012 at 09:18:09 PM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH November 7, 2012 at 05:01:51 PM
- Persian Queen - By Vashti November 4, 2012 at 09:43:30 PM
- Pure, innocent instinct. - By thane November 4, 2012 at 05:13:26 AM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH November 4, 2012 at 03:58:27 AM
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