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The Prime MinisterKhar'pern |
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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
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 29, 2013 at 07:15:25 PM by jezibelle
 bay blanketed mare of nowhere Jezibelle continued to ignore the two younger mares as she grazed further and further away. Soon she was far enough away that Imp would have to shout to get her attention. The red filly, however, had lost all interest in her dam. Her full focus was on Little Bird as the young mare explained where she came from, her attention caught on the word stallion. She was not concerned with the adjective that preceded the noun. Imp felt she could handle anyone and anything. After all, Jezibelle was no trouble. But she’d never met a stallion, only knew of them from the vaguest comments of both her relatives and whatever was spoken of by the other mares of the Peak. They were foreign. New. Exciting. Imp tucked in her head and grinned.
“I’ve seen you around,” she said when the other girl finished speaking. “We should be friends.” It was a matter-of-fact statement, one that would not tolerate disagreement and clearly did not expect it. She flicked an ear toward Jezibelle when Little Bird asked if she should apologize. “What for?” Imp asked as the roan buckskin looked toward the ground. She snorted, mimicking the noise of disgust she’d heard Impa expel on more than one occasion when dealing with the bay blanketed mare. “She’s worthless. Come on, let’s go play!” she said, darting forward to poke her companion’s shoulder with her nose before she leapt away. Imp seemed to be caught in a transition between maturity and immaturity, alternating between sharp words and clever conversation and the unending energy of the young. |
[we can end here :)]
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- [x] - By Michonne December 30, 2013 at 07:17:13 PM
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