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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE
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The Offspring
Diccon (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.
"By rule; by honor." Posted on May 22, 2013 at 07:57:00 PM by irvosat
long ago we were once immortal, and free.
For a long time, Irvosat had thought that she was alone in her high altitude paradise. She was no stranger to loneliness, as the only company she had for many long weeks and months had been the shadows that stretched out and away from the bellies of the trees around her. She had all but given up on her search for her mother, and instead started asking different questions- if a woman had given birth to children and died shortly after, for Mother was sickly and old by the time she had left the golden blanketed woman's side.
In the eaves of the peak she often found herself lounging, her thick skin puffed up against the bitter winds and her mind heaving in desperation as she tried to imagine where the others had gone. Perhaps this place was haunted, and the illusions of others living here had only been the bits and pieces of their ghosts left behind. She was almost bitter, thinking that such a lovely, free place should be enjoyed by all wayward women, and that it should be a haven to all that needed it. Already she was in love with the rocky overhangs that offered prolific views of the island at the foot of the mountain, and despite the heavy snows and the cold winds that woke her every morning, she was becoming accustomed to this cold, empty place.
Today, the sun is sitting in the clear blue sky and the wind does not seem to bite as much as it usually does. Irvosat could be found leaning against a tree, licking her wounds and rubbing against the swollen, bruised part of her leg that had been manhandled during her scuffle with the stallion. Despite their struggle on the rocky face of the man's shore, the woman had emerged victorious and ensured the freedom of a certain silvery mare. As of yet, the other woman had yet to appear, but the painted warrior had no ill feelings towards her- this place felt like a shell of a home.
Rubbing her nose against her stifle, she hears a call cut through the air, and turns towards it, peering through the lean trees with amber eyes and watching for any sign of movement that would betray the position of the other horse. She hears a soft rustling of snow underfoot and eventually sees the grullo mare and her painted daughter stepping carefully through the trees and the snow, appearing to be looking for someone. Replying in turn, with a cry that weaves its way through the trees, Irvosat starts to move forwards, ears pushing back as she feels the muscular strain of her leg crying out with every step. Soon enough, she is close to the two mares and with a subtle show of dominance, she reaches forwards from where she stands, offering her nose for an exchange of scents before they speak, letting the mother come to her.
mare, palomino overo splash, ee aa nCr nO nSpl, and 15hh