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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 4, 2012 at 03:58:27 AM by ANATH
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| Killer grace. It’s funny in a mare that lacks all the other sorts. The amber champagne creature had it, held her head higher because of it. It’s what Anath had that she could rely on,… it’s what she would rely on. The dun mare couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but have that arrogance and brilliance—she knew. The creature always would.
The General had burned herself into this landscape one day at a time. There were worn places in the soft shale that were there simply because that’s where she lived and worked. The creature had taken her place at the top. This was what happened when someone was around for long enough… it would be weird without being here. Anath’s home was in this place, it couldn’t be any other way. The mare had seen seasons come and go, seasons of lives… some days she could wonder how many she’d touched. Sometimes she’d wonder how many wouldn’t forget her… how many ever would. The warrior queen catches the scent of the swamp king on the wind. Her pace is easy, a floating sort of gait that takes her to the creature that had stepped from a briny mire. The champagne’s mind swished back and forth, trying to find something to focus on properly. It was enough to distract her as she makes her way forward. Yes, the swamp king was her dealing and her dealing alone. They’d struck up a strange little friendship, and the warrior queen has an odd way of figuring it out in her head. Yes, she is fond of it. As she neared the smoky creature Anath catches scent of one of the other mares. A pretentious creature, one of the new ladies, stood near the stallion. The champagne brushes against the toothpick of a mare, knocking her shoulder into the callow creature. It’s the kind of harsh brush in the halls from the cool senior to the geeky freshman. What can you expect from a mare that doesn’t do change. This wasn’t the all-star football player meeting his cheerleader girlfriend at her locker either—this was something far more twisted. Yes. This is the swamp king and warrior queen… most certainly not together. Other than the crash, Anath doesn’t acknowledge Vashti. Her green eyes dance to the muck monster, sighing lightly through her nose. ”To think you sell yourself off as a master assassin. Taking your slow, painful downward decline at the hands of a tracker?” The mare makes her way to the stallion’s side, coming just close enough to the stallion to be in his personal space. The way his forelock hangs, greasy in front of his eyes, perturbs the mare. Anath needs to watch the way a creature’s eyes move, the way they express what’s going on in their head… yet she wouldn’t move it. She wouldn’t touch him, not yet. It was a certain unsureness that the earlier offer still stood that kept her from doing such a thing. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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Replies:
- 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
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