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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
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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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.

bright lights on a starless night




The wind was persistent today; it thrashed around as if it was an angry tempest. Giselle had to admit even though she was used to this weather, the wind sent snow flying into your eyes and strung viciously along the way. Perhaps it was because Giselle had been dulled with repeated exposure to the cold, the newcomer however whom the silver grullo would come to know as Godiva had been dropped directly into the worst day they’ve had yet this season.

Willingly Giselle trailed her two new comrades, her silver grullo neck ducked so her face wasn’t catching the brunt of the storm. The silver grullo knew as soon as Shira said cave where they were headed, her mother had once shown Giselle this protected place. Then the grullo wondered just how long Shiva had been around the Peak, she definitely had to have arrived sometime in the last few years because that was when her mother had left. A light grin brightened her lips while the grullo trailed them, careful not to crowd the other mares.

When the weather acted up this way, Giselle felt the temperature change and it caused her veins to course with energy for some strange reason – however now that she had ran around a little bit, it quelled her nerves.

“Welcome to the Peak, I’m Giselle.”

The grullo mare spoke with a friendly tone, a single ear settled on the two of them while she took a place nearer to the entrance, not too worried about the cold. Giselle’s winter coat had come in nicely and protected her well from the elements. The other mares would come to find that Giselle wasn’t senile because she had decided to smile in the midst of the storm, they too would get used to the wind and snow. Perhaps not, Giselle supposed it was because of her parents and the wild mustang that pieced her bloodlines together.

“And Shira is right, it will get better. This storm is just a bad one, it should let up soon.”

Her blue eyes wandered over to the other two, however she stood parallel to them with snow clustered on her back, mane, basically everywhere – even her lashes were frosty.




looking at life through a loaded gun, take your best shot aim it at the sun


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