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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 January 4, 2013 at 05:14:14 AM by Skylar
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As Skylar’s voice died away, she settled into the silence that followed as she merely gazed upon the beautiful scenery. She wondered if it were possible that someday she could live here, to return and be among the stronger women of life but then she reminded herself that it just wasn’t possible. Her own body was not that strong, leaving her winded and weak if she were to strain herself too hard. It was depressing really to be so willful and yet unable to for fill the life she really wanted. A nicker sounded, breaking Skylar from her ever spiraling thoughts and she quickly turned her face, cupping her ears at the one responsible for the greeting. It was a mare of course but to her surprise the vixen was not much bigger than herself. A smile spread across Skylar’s lips at the open and welcoming look upon the mare’s face. She is quick to introduce herself, speaking the name in which Skylar has been sent to find. How is it she could have been that lucky to find Mouse so quickly and also the first one she comes across? But before she can answer she hears another greeting and as she looks to a younger face she can’t help but start to feel a bit nervous. Normally she is fine with crowds, not having a shy bone in her body. Yet facing women of power, she just wasn’t used to that even though they seemed warm and welcoming to another of their gender. “Hi” she greeted; her voice stronger than she felt but she remained bold and didn’t dare take a step back. “My name is Skylar” It is then that she turns her golden brown back to Mouse wondering what she will make of the news that brings her here. Better not to spoil things so quickly as the painted filly wants only to bask in this one pure moment in her darker life that can only be blamed on her father. “This is a beautiful place” Skylar hopes to distract them of the reason she is here for only the time being. |
Mutt .:. Filly .:. Blue Roan Tobiano .:. 1yr Frost |
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- searching for an escape - By mouse January 22, 2013 at 10:03:35 PM
- The art of love is largely the art of persistence - By Skylar January 22, 2013 at 02:01:36 AM
- searching for an escape - By mouse January 21, 2013 at 11:23:14 PM
- The art of love is largely the art of persistence - By Skylar January 20, 2013 at 08:51:49 PM
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