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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 9, 2013 at 05:43:58 AM by ANATH
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| Anath knew too god damned much about ghosts. They seemed to rule her life now, no matter how hard she tried not to let them. They were rising up, bubbling in her throat and in her chest. Everything was acidic, disgusting. Everything would wither and wilt and change, and that was too much for her. Anath could feel herself changing, and that was the problem. More than anything else that had ever come, the dun mare resisted change. She didn’t want it to get in her way, and it was too god damned hard to deal with. Change was too damn much.
And so were the ghosts. They pulled her mind to a place she didn’t want it to go, dragging it off and down into the dark places she didn’t visit anymore. The places of her childhood were the ones she avoided like the plague. It was hard to avoid something that was everywhere… all consuming. Anath wouldn’t let it drag her down, would she? She couldn’t. The mare made her way through her days surrounded by the ghosts, the ones that she couldn’t reach out and touch. It hurt more than anything else that things were changing and they were gone and she couldn’t touch them anymore. Anath had nothing to fear and nothing to hide, yet she stole herself away. The creature made her way across the ground with a sharpness, with a vengeance burning bright in those green eyes. She was sick with it, the creature was. The champagne creature had been sick with it for a long time, running it in a thick vein below the surface. There was so much going on below the surface… she was so tired of being so fake for so long. The thing about leading was that no matter what you’d have to be a politician. It wasn’t Anath’s calling to please anyone but herself. Maybe that’s why she was struggling now. This wasn’t a democrat… this was a woman that was fit to lead as part of a team, despite not actually being a team player. Anath wanted things to return to the way they were. She wanted more than anything to run and throw herself upon Heart, to complain like nothing else and drive off the ideas that things were changing. Heart understood. She knew more than anyone else in the world how much Anath hated what she hated and loved what she loved. It was what mattered the most to the creature. Heart still mattered. Sometimes she saw the ghosts. They’d come back, they’d come out to play. Old things would play in the shadows of new things, and they’d trip the mare up like you wouldn’t believe. Anath wasn’t scared and she wasn’t mad. No, history simply repeated itself, and that was starting to get to be too much. The creature wasn’t ready for history to start coming back. Painful things rested deep within her history, and she didn’t want that much bloodshed coming back. It was going to be too much if it happened all over again. It would always happen all over again, she feared. Anath’s fears were coming out to play. The things that went bump in the night had been plaguing her for far too long. It was her turn to avoid a daughter like the plague, to shun her as if she didn’t belong. It had happened to both of the children that she’d gotten stuck with. Hell, the dun mare didn’t even know what had become of Legacy. It didn’t matter. The creature was weak with Gloryhound’s bloodlines. The fact that the general had loved her father didn’t make up for weak breeding. The fact that the love she’d felt might not have been love at all meant a lot too. The things that everyone loves the most are the ones that they can’t have, right? Welcome to Anath’s world. Welcome to the world that had been Lothor’s. It hadn’t been for long, at least. The creature moved across the soft shale of the Peak in the dark. She knows her way through here better than maybe anyone else on the Islands. This is her home, this is one of the places here that matters. All of it matters. At the shattering of the Cimarron her heart had ached. Every place was important, every place meant something different to the mare. Her life and her heart and her soul were laid out here. It made her vulnerable. All in the same, it made her strong. Anath couldn’t bend and she wouldn’t break, not now and not again. She would be fine, for time healed all wounds. That was bullshit. She had scars everywhere because nothing could ever heal completely. The creature had watched the ocean for a long time now. It was day when she started. Everything had bled then become dark. Everything had been dark, bled, and become light again. It was a vicious circle, and the mare knew it. It drove her nearly out of her mind, and it was too much. Anath was starting to feel like it was too much for her, and her head was spinning. It was with the sight of a creature that stole in, a thief in the daytime, that she realized she may need sleep after all. Silvery and champagne she stood gossamer with light catching in her ice stuck mane. This wasn’t right. Anath’s hooves were thundering on the soft shale of the Peak. It was down from her great perch that she made herself… the nights she’d spent on that perch… it was too much. The general spent her alone time up there now. It stings down to her core that the one that knew to find her there isn’t here anymore. Anath can’t bring herself to think of it. Instead she takes off after the shape on the beach like a bat out of hell. It doesn’t take long to get herself within earshot of the mare that had been here and gone away. It doesn’t take long for the mare to start screaming, whistling and hooting and hollering. This isn’t right, but it feels damn good. The words Anath finds echo the ones she’d spoken to the creature’s daughter. Her ears pin briefly to her skull, teeth snapping and gnashing about the air. She’s still several horselengths from the mare, but it’s a show of aggression to get her point across. ”I thought you were fucking dead!” Anath bellows the words, tensing as she draws nearer still. ”You let me fucking believe you were dead!” The words are heavy with the pain of the idea that still haunts her. She doesn’t want this woman to be a ghost. But then she fades. The dun mare slips back into the creature that she’d been when the silvery champagne had been here once upon a time. Her steps grow lighter, more fluid and into a three beat lope. Her ears pull and pitch forward, reaching out to throw her head against that of the mare. ”Don’t you fucking do that again, Ardea.” The unspoken words are the ones that Anath knows she can’t fill in. They ring clear in her tone of voice and in her gaze. Don’t leave me again. Don’t bring on more change. Don’t let me believe in what I can’t change. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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