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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 13, 2012 at 09:05:45 PM by ABSTRACT
 Returning her gaze to the fiery chestnut in front of her, she watched as the mare thought solidly on the question Abby had proposed. A few months. The gray wondered how the weather was here in the midst of spring, envisioning a gorgeous sweep of wild flowers and long, fresh grasses rather than the over-grazed sprouts that were at their feet now. How long did she intend to stay? Abby hadn’t put much thought towards the matter of her stay, at least, whether it would be a long while or a short one. Her ears pressed back towards her poll (not pinned, but indicating the confusion that swarmed her quiet mind). How long had she planned to be here? Did she plan on staying at all? Immediately, Abby had figured the Peak would be a suitable empire to call home. It took courage to separate oneself from a stallion lead, to reign with only mares. But it also took ravenous cunning, and the thought of this fact, paired with the idea of ‘The General’ made Abstract a little skittish. Mares were often more trouble than necessary. And while Vashti seemed perfectly pasture-fed and pleasant, Abstract had to wonder what made the Arabian stay here, if Abby’s impression of her was true. “I haven’t decided,” she didn’t want to give the chestnut too much information right off the bat, it had been her experience that keeping unnecessary information to yourself would serve you better in unfamiliar company. “I suppose it depends on what else I find,” her words broke to something a little more friendly as she recalled passing by the Commons, Meadow, and the Falls on her way to the Peak (oddly to her nature, she’d avoided the dank smells of the Lagoon sharply, even though some of them lingered here in the haze of the Peak’s summer morning). This place seemed to have an oddly undercover history to it that Abstract wasn’t entirely certain she wanted a place in just yet. “Have you ventured elsewhere?” GRAYING [AA Ee nSb Gg] : MARE : 15.1HH : FOUR YEARS : MUTT
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