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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.
bittersweet between my teeth
Posted on December 15, 2013 at 00:12:15 AM by jezibelle


j e z i b e l l e
bay blanketed mare of nowhere

Jezibelle heard Imp’s small hoofsteps and felt the brush of the filly’s muzzle against her hip before a familiar voice lifted itself over the wind. Her head came up, ears flattening again, and she cow-kicked at the filly. By chance, she felt her hoof scrape down the girl’s leg, and the mare tossed her nose in the air as the girl squealed in shock. Serve her right for getting so close: Jezibelle was done letting the foal nurse from her.

She glanced at Imp and, satisfied the red girl would not encroach in her personal space again anytime soon, turned to face the owner of the voice she had recognized. It was the young mare from the Falls. Her coat had darkened, making the dusting of black hairs across her body more evident, but she didn’t look much different from the day they had met. She was sharper, more in focus, but Jezibelle knew that was because she herself was more invested in the goings-on around herself now than she had been six months ago.

"We met at the Falls," she said, and let the wind carry the echo of her words away as she stared at Michonne. The bay mare had more social skills then than she did now. Still, she attempted a conversation. The buckskin roan had helped her, after all, even if she didn’t know just how much. "I’m Jezibelle. This is Imp," she said with a toss of her muzzle toward the filly who stood, head and ears up as she focused on the newcomer. Jezibelle resisted the urge to snort as she continued, "Have you seen my sister? I need her."

Preferably soon, but she was determined not to feel any guilt when she left this evening if Impa still had not returned. The black blanketed politician seemed to enjoy Imp’s presence, and as far as Jezibelle had been able to tell the feeling was mutual. Despite being related by blood, there was very little love between Jezibelle and the filly. The bay mare tolerated her, and Imp kept to herself until Impa returned to lavish her with both attention and affection.

Leaving the girl with her sister was for the best, really.


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