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The GeneralMarceline |
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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 21, 2013 at 06:42:42 AM by jezibelle
 bay blanketed mare of nowhere Imp, seeing that she had the older mare’s attention, stood up straighter and looped a half smile on her lips. “Easy,” she said, and turned her head to observe Jezibelle with one eye in conscious mimicry of her half-blind aunt. Head canted slightly to the left, nose tipped down and ears forward, Imp looked uncannily like a miniature version of her black and white relative. The only difference was that the filly had to look up to stare Jezibelle square in the face, whereas Impa was tall enough to look down. Someday, she thought, and squeezed her lips together to make her smile tight. Someday it’ll be me looking down at you.
“Easy,” she repeated, and twisted one tuliped ear toward Michonne. Imp made no effort to keep her voice low, and in fact raised it with every word to be sure the bay blanketed mare could hear her. “See how she stands? Head never higher than her shoulders, tail clamped and her ears more down than up? Typical of a horse with no direction.” Imp snorted and snapped her tail. The short strands barely brushed her hips. She was just under a year old, but her attitude seemed more fitting for a two-year old than a foal who’d only been weaned for half a year. Jezibelle’s head rose a notch higher and her ears pinned fully. “Imp,” she spat, and it was clear the word had been chosen as an epithet rather than a name. “Why don’t you crawl back up Impa’s ass if you’re so keen on kissing it even when she’s not around?” The blood-red filly’s jaw gaped and she squealed in sudden delight at Jezibelle’s shocking language. Her mature facade disappeared and was replaced by earnest laughter that rang out across the Peak. The bay mare scowled at the filly’s reaction and turned away from the pair of young horses once again. This time she moved several steps away from the two, so that she was no longer within easy earshot. Imp flung her head down between her front legs and bucked in place as her laughter faded. “Wow,” she said when she raised her head again to look at Michonne with bright eyes. “She’s grumpy. How long’ve you been here? I haven’t seen you before,” she continued, skipping to a new subject in the same breath. |
Replies:
- 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
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