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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 11:10:19 PM by ANATH
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| Anath has always been an expert tracker. She’s been able to find her way around the Islands, as well. Lately she’s been out, looking and searching for the remnants of the old Islands. She’s not sure how to feel… she hasn’t really found any. No one from the old days, no one around to remember. Anath’s chest aches with the idea of it. She just misses it—is that so bad? Is it so hard to miss the things that don’t exist anymore? The green eyed mare didn’t want things to change, yet they had. It was getting harder and harder to keep track of things.
It was with that, that she realized she needed to keep better track of the mares of the Peak. Arris had said her friend had come with her, though the champagne mare hadn’t seen the woman with the foal. There were several more out there that she didn’t know personally. It was a problem, she decided. She decided that she needed to get them together and just… take a look. Take stock. There were a few that hadn’t decided which side to fall under, which part of the three legged stool to make stronger. Anath would make sure they knew their options, knew what they could possibly to do to support the herd. They’d all need to put in their two cents. That, and there was always the idea of embarrassing their new Prime Minister. Anath knew she’d screwed up with Impa, and that things were still on the rocks, but eventually she’d figure out what was going on with her large friend. The mare would insist on bringing her friend’s new position to light for those that were still in the dark. Yes, she had a small to-do list, and it was all important. She’d recovered from a particularly traumatic visit to the Salem, and all was well with her again. With the scent and grit of sand still heavy on her coat, the champagne mare made her way to the flattest, grassiest area of the Peak. The general’s head tipped back, a call for all that were of the Peak in a bright, bold as brass tone. The summer day is warm on her shoulders and it’s midmorning. Everyone should be up by now, and it was before the sun was high and hot in the sky. It’d be a good way to gage time, at least. They could disperse to their lunch and afternoon naps as well. After, she’d hopefully be able to catch Impa… there were a few more business things she’d like to discuss. Waiting wasn’t her strong point. The champagne mare found herself with an insufferable itch in the middle of her back, and—seeing no other remedy—tossed herself upon the ground for a roll. Knowing her luck someone would come in and see the odd show of silliness from the dun mare, but today was a good day. The heat did something funny to Anath, something odd and strange—was that a good mood that was passing through her? Couldn’t be. Maybe it was. Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |
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This is also going to count as an activity check.
Replies:
- Wake me up when September ends - By Iolar & Beanna March 4, 2013 at 05:25:04 PM
- "I can't belong in the dirt." - By arris March 4, 2013 at 08:51:37 PM
- memory is the mother of all wisdom - By mouse March 6, 2013 at 02:56:26 AM
- The art of love is largely the art of persistence - By Skylar March 6, 2013 at 05:19:07 AM
- to the fates: - By IMPAZIENZA March 6, 2013 at 10:40:58 PM
- You've stolen my Heart - By Aliyana March 7, 2013 at 02:18:09 PM
- Love is poison - By G O D I V A x S E B A S T I A N March 8, 2013 at 10:39:05 PM
- The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. - By Nila March 9, 2013 at 02:29:08 AM
- SHE’S A MESS OF GORGEOUS CHAOS - By BANE March 9, 2013 at 03:59:41 AM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By Anath. March 11, 2013 at 01:23:39 AM
- Wake me up when September ends - By Iolar & Beanna March 12, 2013 at 07:49:32 PM
- to the fates: - By IMPAZIENZA March 20, 2013 at 02:59:45 AM
- Wake me up when September ends - By Iolar & Beanna March 12, 2013 at 07:49:32 PM
- LEGENDS NEVER DIE - By Anath. March 11, 2013 at 01:23:39 AM
- SHE’S A MESS OF GORGEOUS CHAOS - By BANE March 9, 2013 at 03:59:41 AM
- The truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off. - By Nila March 9, 2013 at 02:29:08 AM
- Love is poison - By G O D I V A x S E B A S T I A N March 8, 2013 at 10:39:05 PM
- You've stolen my Heart - By Aliyana March 7, 2013 at 02:18:09 PM
- to the fates: - By IMPAZIENZA March 6, 2013 at 10:40:58 PM
- The art of love is largely the art of persistence - By Skylar March 6, 2013 at 05:19:07 AM
- memory is the mother of all wisdom - By mouse March 6, 2013 at 02:56:26 AM
- "I can't belong in the dirt." - By arris March 4, 2013 at 08:51:37 PM
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