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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 17, 2013 at 00:07:37 AM by ANATH
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| Things had changed. Times would change. Nothing would stop moving, no matter how badly Anath wanted them to. No matter how she tried to force them to. The creature was ruggedly against some of the things that had been happening, weather she liked it or not. Weather she knew it or not. Her mind was warping, her ways of thinking starting to shatter the mask she’d thrown up against everyone else. There were things she’d never own up to thinking. The creature couldn’t help it, but she’d deny them as long as she could.
There was only one thing the creature felt like rubbish about, though. She hadn’t meant to lash out at Impa. Anath was kicking herself for it. The blanketed mare was one of her very few friends. The dun creature knew she’d fucked up, and maybe that was part of the problem. She wouldn’t own up to it. Another thought, if a passing one, she wouldn’t own up to. Only in private would she apologize to Impa for screwing up. Still, she was making her way through the winter white, looking for her friend. How long had it been? A week, maybe? At least she’s relaxed some since then. It’s good to have Ardea back. It’s calmed her down, equalized the mare. The champagne catches the scent of a new creature on the wind before much else. With a light, floating step the creature nears. Her eyes are bright and open, green and shining. Anath shivers against a chilling sort of wind. Her coat doesn’t fill out as much as it should. The champagne mare had been born, raised and bred with the desert running hot in her veins. It’s something that she’s always been proud of, it’s something that she can’t help but embrace. Still, it means she’s cold now. The creature moves through the winter white, a light catching in her eyes. When she finds the new creature, she’s already been greeted. Impa. Impa is there, giving her usual greeting. Anath considers turning and going. She considers turning and going, not wanting to face shame that could be on the horizon. Still, it’s the right thing to do. Anath pulls up on the blanketed mare’s blind side, pressing her nose softly to the creature’s soft flesh. ”And I’m Anath.” She’s piggy backing onto the politician’s statement, every defense and wall up. At least the hostility is gone. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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Replies:
- JEALOUS OF MY STARS - By T A U T O R U January 19, 2013 at 09:27:07 PM
- to the fates: - By IMPAZIENZA January 25, 2013 at 04:32:43 AM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH January 25, 2013 at 01:52:25 PM
- to the fates: - By IMPAZIENZA January 25, 2013 at 04:32:43 AM
- coming - By anath January 13, 2013 at 07:56:29 PM
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