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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 7, 2012 at 05:01:51 PM by ANATH
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| The mare’s head is spinning. Her proximity to Thane is something that’s set in over the course of their friendship. Both of them have pasts that aren’t worth talking about. Both of them have minds that are tortured, things not worth focusing on. Anath had her ghosts, the ones that came out when the nights were deep and dark. They had been held off, pushed at bay while she hung about the Peak with things to keep her mind busy. The mare was something that couldn’t care less about social class, about being acceptable. None of that mattered any more, right?
Vashti’s presence served no greater purpose than to piss the champagne mare off. She’d do what she’d do when she wanted to do it, and she was the god damned general. She’d do what she wanted, and that was that. The mare could pretend she knew a lot, she could pretend she’d been through a lot. The red hadn’t seen anything. A fine boned creature without much meat to her bones, a woman that young… Anath knew. Anath knew that the woman wouldn’t know a god damned thing until she’d loved and lost enough times to make her bitter and weathered. Anath had been through the ringer. Families could be rebuilt and refounded, but the old ones would never leave her heart or her soul. That was the point. That was the problem with being this old. The mare was starting to feel the old in her bones. She was fourteen this season, still in the prime of her life. She’d deal with it, she’d make sure it was alright and okay. The dun creature sighed heavily, watching the newcomer with cold eyes as she receded back to the darkness. Anath always had her issues with anyone trying to break into her life… into the world around her. The creature held a sort of aching soreness, a pain deep down in her gut. Anath’s ears flattened for a moment, a snort of annoyance finding its way past her muzzle. The creature flicked her tail, swatting away the horsefly that had settled on her haunches. The man likes to think he’s menacing, but Anath isn’t scared. If the stallion dares to do such a thing he should know there’ll be hell to pay. No one crosses Anath and gets away with it. The green eyed girl counters with a set up for what would be a curt snap of the teeth to the soft area of the man’s throat. Thane relaxes, so does she. Turnabout is fair play. Thane’s words bring a glint to her eye. It’s fleeting, but you might call it amusement. There’s no one here to watch now, no one here to tell her she’s wrong. In Anath’s mind, there’s nothing wrong with having a friend. The Peak and Lagoon had a long history, much of it rolled around in a stench that happened to be the kind of love gods and kings were to fight over. That wasn’t what this was. This was a man and a woman that had too much in common to stay apart. An understanding had passed between the pair during their first meeting. It was an understanding that had never evaporated. ”Tracker by trade, my friend. Don’t doubt it, I’ll always find you.” The mare nods softly, eyes dancing across Thane’s face. They’re oddly gentle for something held by the warrior queen, but it was okay. There’s no weakness, none at all. Anath doesn’t take anything lightly any more, she’s seen too much. Still, her mood is slowly filling with helium… why do things have to be so serious all the time? Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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- Pure, innocent instinct. - By thane November 14, 2012 at 09:18:09 PM
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