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The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Gόneşlenmek 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 16, 2013 at 09:49:04 PM by Shira
Broken Promises For The Broken Hearted The cold nip of the snow still managed to climb into the cave. Sinking through winter coats and nipping at ones very bones. She was used to snow but snow storms? Well, they weren't as much fun as a small snow drift here and there. Godiva was cold and she knew she'd have to shelter the woman until she the storm passed. Now that they were all inside and safe from the snow itself she'd huddle closer to the mare. Lowering herself down onto her knees and pressing her body into Godivas to give her as much warmth as she could offer. "Giselle, Godiva will be needing a tour guide of the peak for when I'm down in the commons recruiting. Would you be so kind as to show her around when she's well rested and the storm has passed?", while most would take a break from their duties the hulking mare would not. New faces were finally starting to turn up and she was quite pleased that the peak was beocming active once more. Her dreams of restoring the peak were slowly, inch by inch, becoming a reality. Gaze would flicker from Godiva to Giselle. Looking the two mares over casually. A bob of her head would invite Giselle over to them if she so desired to keep close and share their body heat. Breath would come out in soft puffs of cold air. Lingering there for a moment before drifting away into nothingness. "This is the first storm we've had all winter. There may be one or two more to come but winter will be over soon", and when it was the snow would melt and the mountain would become a little greener. Creating sources of fresh water and some vegetation for them to enjoy. "Forgive me if I seem bold, Godiva, but am I correct in guessing you are with child?", she seemed like an expecting mother but she'd never actually asked the arabian princess if she carried a foal inside her. Now that they had time to rest and talk for a bit she figured she'd enquire about the other. Usually pregnant mares ended up with the stallion that planted their seed. Yet she was all alone and seemed to have no family of her own. HTML by SNOW for Kyon |
Clydesdale
17HH Mare Bay Vulcan Peak |
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