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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 December 17, 2013 at 05:45:19 PM by jezibelle
 bay blanketed mare of nowhere Typical. Jezibelle flipped her ears back and glowered at a point beyond Michonne as the mare responded to her question. Her family was so selfish. They always had been, and Impa, being their father’s favorite, was of course oblivious to the needs of her sister. The black mare might as well have been an only child for all that Kisei had paid attention to his other children. As Michonne’s attention turned to the filly, Jezibelle lowered her head to nose at the grass some more, her ears lifting to catch the conversation between the other two.
Imp, for her part, had lowered her head to nose at her scraped leg while the older mares spoke together. She flicked an ear in their direction when she heard her name but didn’t react otherwise until she heard a lowered voice directed at her. It almost sounded like the conversations between her dam and the other mare, except this voice was not so tense and brittle. It didn’t sound like a raise in pitch would shatter it. Imp raised her head and pointed her ears at the roan buckskin. She considered the question for a long moment, and when she spoke her voice was high but matched the cadence of the black mare of the Peak. “I am well, thank you.” Jezibelle’s kick hadn’t done enough damage to be crippling, and even though it stung, Imp wasn’t bothered by the pain. She knew it would fade. Jezibelle lifted her head to direct a baleful stare at Michonne before she dropped it to graze once more. Her lack of social etiquette had shifted from ignorant to blatantly rude, and it was clear she had no interest in furthering the conversation. Imp, however, gave the bay mare a sidelong glance before prancing forward to bring herself closer to the one who called herself Little Bird. “We live here,” the red filly said. “And we always have.” "I haven’t," Jezibelle muttered and raised her head. “Impa knows what to do,” Imp explained. She pushed out her lower lip and leaned closer to confide in a loud whisper, “she doesn’t.” As she pulled her head back, Imp looked directly at Jezibelle to see if the mare had noticed her barb. Words were a game to her, and she was learning how to use them well: Jezibelle stomped a hoof and flattened her ears. |
Replies:
- lost in the playground - By michonne December 18, 2013 at 11:07:23 PM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle December 21, 2013 at 06:42:42 AM
- lost in the playground - By michonne December 22, 2013 at 06:56:42 PM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle December 29, 2013 at 07:15:25 PM
- [x] - By Michonne December 30, 2013 at 07:17:13 PM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle December 29, 2013 at 07:15:25 PM
- lost in the playground - By michonne December 22, 2013 at 06:56:42 PM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle December 21, 2013 at 06:42:42 AM
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