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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 March 3, 2013 at 10:32:22 PM by ANATH
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| Anath knows more than she’d like to let on about losing a crown. She’d been so much, she’d been a cut above the rest. There may have been a mistake in parenting when she was being brought up, something about being just ten times more awesome than the rest of the world. That could be a problem. The mare had been… well, she’d been praised. A child that could do no wrong. It was an issue when she realized the world was full of wrongs and everyone had toes you could step on. Then again, it wasn’t even stepping on toes that she lost her reign to. No, Anath and Arris weren’t that different. The end of an era touches everyone who’s stood in the light.
The General’s eyes aren’t necessarily cold on the newcomer, but they’re careful. She’s careful as she moves away from the edge, as well. Though she’s been on these cliffs for over a decade, there’s always the possibility of misstep. The sand and the sun were her home… at least the summer brought heat. She didn’t know how much of the cold she could take. It settled in her bones and spread over her body, and that was never fun. She wasn’t meant to freeze, with the heat of the desert in her veins after all. After all this time Anath still burned for the desert. After all this time nothing inside the mare had changed. That was a lie. She was lying to herself, something that she knew damn well about. Her steps across he soft shale were careful, green eyes falling on the painted mare. The smile that she’s getting is shy, and Anath doesn’t necessarily return it. Her gaze is calculating, truing to read the creature that stands before her. She wants to figure out what she can before actually furthering anything, but Anath is too tired for that. Her mind is tired, and it’s one of the worst feelings she could think of. Her posture is still ramrod straight, though, that of a leader. “The Peak serves as good protection, but I suppose you knew that… is that why you’ve come?” Anath’s question isn’t necessarily curt, but she needs to know what she needs to know. If Arris already knows the workings of the Peak she won’t bore the mare with her speech about what goes on. It’s just not necessary. “I’m Anath, the General around here. Been up here on this mountain longer than any of us, so if you have any questions I suppose I can answer them.” She doesn’t know where to go from here. At least she has idle conversation to keep her mind busy. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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- "I can't belong in the dirt." - By arris March 4, 2013 at 08:50:12 PM
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