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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 February 1, 2013 at 10:42:41 PM by ANATH
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| The mare had been here, she’d been theretoo. It was nearly everywhere, and that was the problem. She rarely made her way back here, at least to speak to anyone. She was on the fringes, simply watching. It was her peak, and she’d watch it as such. Nothing would go wrong under Anath’s watch, and that was something she could keep ahold of. Anath was struggling to keep ahold of herself, but the Peak she could handle. Life was a funny, funny thing. She couldn’t really think of anything else. It’s either laugh or cry at this point.
She made her way across the ground, eyes bright. It’s frozen now, the Peak is. She’s frozen now. The creature has a simple, stunning, deadly grace about her. It’s with bright eyes (to hide the weariness that has bubbled there) that she studies the grounds. The grasses are long buried beneath the sheet of ice, snow that’s melted and refroze several times now. The season is nearing an end, and Anath is thankful for it. Her blood ran thick with the sands of the desert—winter wasn’t her bag of tricks. She could feel the moisture and the cold down in her bones. How they ached. How the champagne mare ached as well. The mare can smell something new on the wind. Her tracking ability took her down to the presence of a hulking Friesian mare and a rosy companion. The words of the grey creature come to her, a lazy roll in Anath’s shoulders. The smell of the smaller had been all over the Peak. Anath hadn’t bothered, the mare was of little consequence. Still, the greeting to the hulking mare was enough to bring a smirk to the stocky creature’s face, reaching all the way up to light her eyes. “Nice to know the answering service kicks in when there’s no one to pick up.” Her words are dry, laden with sarcasm. It’s heavy, the creature’s head swiveling to the hulk that had just arrived. There’s nothing that the mare can’t do, and she knows it. “I’m Anath, General of the Vulcans.” The mare nods to herself, shoulders square and straight. He eyes are glimmering slightly in the low light. “And you, stranger?” Anath’s tail is dismissive as it flickers at her haunches, eyes on the dark mare’s face. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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Replies:
- Love is poison - By G O D I V A February 2, 2013 at 08:48:57 PM
- Sing me a sweet melody. - By s k r a e l i n g . February 3, 2013 at 04:24:04 AM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH February 4, 2013 at 01:45:41 PM
- Love is poison - By G O D I V A February 8, 2013 at 00:12:30 AM
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- Love is poison - By G O D I V A February 8, 2013 at 00:12:30 AM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By ANATH February 4, 2013 at 01:45:41 PM
- Sing me a sweet melody. - By s k r a e l i n g . February 3, 2013 at 04:24:04 AM
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