The Lost Islands
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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
Gόneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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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.

there's a little girl waiting in a garden//any

Don't blink! Don't even blink

The journey to the Peak was a long one. Satitba had set her eyes on it after her climb in the Falls. She was determined to see the view from up there. She had started in early morning. She had intended to attempt to keep the cold of winter off a bit by setting out with so much daylight. The distant sun, however, offered little help against the painful winds. She snorted. Her white mane beat across her eyes as she clung to the path.

It was a really long climb.

She snorted, white smoke glancing against the rocks much like the foam off the Falls. She looked around in the afternoon air. Well, the view certainly was something. Her mane whipped around her face. She could tell there were scents up here. Perhaps that was the interesting thing.

Someone, or someones, lived up on this piece of sky. Quite a ways away from everything. With ears pricked, the perlino mare continued forward towards some flatter grounds higher up. It was still a climb, though. Always up into higher air.

//mare//3 springs//16.3//mare of nowhere//perlino blanket//children//rurisk x dia//blushie//
Satitba
html by blushie||picture by BenBenW on flickr


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