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Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Marceline

The Companions
None	None	None

The Thinkers Naydra Titan	The Politicians Ararat Axelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity	The Warriors Clarity Kaeja Lysimache Starling

The Trinkets Beloved Cato Cullen G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE "None." - Leader	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.

blame it on the rain
Posted on July 7, 2013 at 07:02:42 PM by alice*

ALICE
SING, IF YOU REALLY THINK IT�S WORTH SAVING ME

It wasn�t that Alice did not like stallions. She was not some Amazon freak that hated the male species and wished harm upon them all. That was not the reason why she was here at the Peak. Actually, Alice is not even really sure of the reason why she is here. Besides that fact that wanted and also needed a place to call home. Maybe the mares here could become her sisters and she could be happy here. Not that she was not happy now, she was, but one could always be happier.

She was still nervous though, like that kid on the first day of school, with her lunch box in hand, new shoes on her feet, and maybe even a new dress. Everything to give a good first impression, but there was always that possibility that someone or many someones would not like her.

Alice did not like not being liked.

The dainty mare lifts her head to the sky and smells the air. There were certainly mares here, this must be the Peak. Now all Alice had to do was find them. Which turned out not to be too difficult as a mare is almost right smack in front of her.

Her body freezes. What should she do? Well, Alice knows that she should talk to her, but still, she is timid. So she sets her feet in motion before she can think about it too much.

�Hello, I�m Alice. Do you live here?� But the young mare looked upset. Alice tilted her head inquisitively. �Are...are you okay?� She was not very good at socializing.

PRAYING FOR LOVE IN A LAP DANCE
AND PRAYING IN NAIVETY

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