The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions

None None None

The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

The Warriors

Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
Yıldırım

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"None." - Leader

The Offspring

Diccon (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.

FIND YOUR REALITY IN OMNISCIENCE

((Sorry, not the best post, but I wanted to toss her out and see what might happen lol))
Abby moved through the underbrush with delicate composure. Each footfall was strong and planted, weaving the mare in and out of the empty lands beneath the Peak and towards the forest which marked its borders. Branches clawed at her uneven pelt, ripping tufts of color from her graying frame as she slipped further and further out of sight. The fog was heavy here, drawn up from the bogs below and mounting with the elevation. She used it to her advantage, heavy breathes still within the silence which enveloped the eery scenery. Abstract held her head even with her breast, moving steadily over the stones, pushing forever forward until her ghostly broke over the ridge and came upon a frosted meadow.
The piece was small and covered by the large jagged rocks which shot up behind it, a few sparse pines collected at its outskirts. The mismatched beauty slowed her pace, stopping at its edge. Piercing blue eyes scanned the footage before her, unable to see more than a dozen meters beyond the mist. Her white face hung hollow in its grasp, large black nostrils drinking in the damp scents. She could smell only mares here, and concluded that she’d reached her destination. The Peak, a solace for wandering females whose minds sought no male leader. She was curious about them, but just because they shared similar biology did not mean that Abby was going to trust them.
She remained quiet in the depth of the small meadow, her silhouette nearly lost beneath the overhanging pines. She would wait here for them, for whomever, to come across her and decide whether the Peak was all she’d heard it was, or just another fairytale mountain made up of naive dreamers.



GRAYING [AA Ee nSb Gg] : MARE : 15.1HH : FOUR YEARS : MUTT


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