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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 16, 2012 at 05:56:35 PM by ABSTRACT
 The mottled gray mess moved slowly back towards the Peak. Not yet recognizing it as home (and quite frankly she didn’t figure she ever would), it was secure and far away from the rest of the world, which was where Abby knew she’d rather be--stowed away up in the rocks. As her feet dragged beneath her, she came upon the border to the mountain, where the scent of entitled mares held strong in the crisp, pine-encrusted air. She wondered whether the chestnut, Vashti, was still roaming around up there, or if she too had found somewhere else to be. But as Abby tried to focus on the inconsequential, her fiery blue eyes raising over the waves of sunlight, she caught sight of something foreign. Why had she not smelled her? The grulla mare was only a dozen or so meters ahead of the gray, Abby figured she must have been right behind her on the trek here. The fact that Abstract had failed to catch the mare’s scent angered her slightly. She cursed herself for failing at something she often prided herself on: knowing where others were, and how to steer clear of them. But here she was, practically following the stranger now, and so instead of hanging back and waiting for the grulla to traverse her way up the Peak, the graying sabino begrudgingly decided she might as well make contact. Picking up her cracked, mud-covered hooves, the crossbreed moved into a trot, her skull hung low on an even neck, black tresses lapping gently at her skin. Abstract wasted no time rushing herself into something she would rather avoid, and came up beside the tattered mouse-gray dun, her ears pressed faintly towards her poll. Abstract wasn’t the kind to fake any amount of joy, her moods were straight forward and just as rough as her patchy coat. Snorting when she came up beside the small prehistoric-colored female, Abstract tossed her head and broke her pace back down to a walk, waiting for the other to halt and acknowledge her. Part of the gray mare begged her to make small talk, to cut the awkward silence straight through the throat and just introduce herself, but the scarred child held her back and she merely pressed to make eye contact and announce herself with a low rumble from her lungs. GRAYING [AA Ee nSb Gg] : MARE : 15.1HH : FOUR YEARS : MUTT
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- searching for an escape - By mouse November 18, 2012 at 08:55:08 PM
- FIND YOUR REALITY IN OMNISCIENCE - By ABSTRACT November 19, 2012 at 03:59:41 PM
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