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
Gόneşlenmek
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

Abstract watched the little chestnut quizzically, when she replied that she was not the reigning lady of the peak, Abby couldn't say she was surprised. The chestnut seemed far too sweet to be lead of an all-mare gang. But then again, who was she to judge. Abby had seen plenty who appeared all sugar and sunshine then in the quietest witching hour turn into the most venomous of snakes. Actually, she'd known those types far too well and too often. Perhaps that was why she was so bitter. Too much bile churned in the pale mare's stomach for her to favor the thought of trusting another mare for a long time. Funny though, how with that in mind, she'd still chosen to seek the Peak out over all others. She could have found herself in the Lagoon, surrounded by the bachelors. She honestly preferred testosterone to estrogen when it came in large doses, but here she was.
Abby lowered her head towards her breast, dipping her chin inwards and sighing softly. Anath. The general. These militaristic titles were just as bitter as the bile in her gut. Everything tasted so sour these days. So many obscure rules and laws and nasty faces, everyone had fangs they couldn't wait to sink into your neck.
Abstract shook her head at the thought of dealing with a "general". Though she knew very well that if she expected to stay on the Peak, she would need to meet this general sooner or later, and it would be crucial that they get along if Abby hoped to do something with herself. Then again, who could say she had much of a plan anyhow. Lately, she'd felt very much like the fog. Just a passing thing, wet and frigid, unkind to your skin and a mystery to your eyes.
"It's no matter...Thank you for the information," she raised her gaze from the wet grasses she'd been studying, back to the gentle sable gaze of the chestnut. Her voice was soft, and forcibly sincere, though she did mean the thank you, it came with a bit of pressing as she forced herself out of her contemplations and back to reality.
The silence remained between them again for several moments, and Abby looked the little chestnut over again. This still was stagnant like a bog. One knew what was just beneath the fog, then again, a step in the wrong direction might mean the discovery of an old friend's bones. Abby didn't want to press the stranger too far, but if she were to decide to stay, she'd need a "friend" and she'd need solid information. "So, excuse my if it's too much to ask, but how long have you been here?"



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


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