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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 G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	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.

YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK
Posted on March 12, 2014 at 03:40:08 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Her smile faltered, but before it could become fixed Impa let it relax into a neutral expression. The mare with a hide like black velvet and hair that shone like moonlight had a voice as cold as frost. Still, she did not hesitate to introduce herself and Impa was willing to overlook the dry tone of the newcomer� after all, there were not many horses of her size on the islands, and it took courage to enter a new territory and engage a resident of the land alone. Didn�t the half-bind mare hide her true feelings and insecurities behind her words? She could not �would not� fault another for doing the same.

�My name is Impazienza,� she said, and her voice was still as welcoming as it had been when she first spoke. �But please, call me Impa.� Her right eye skimmed across the flat planes of the mare�s body, her lean shoulders and flanks, narrow legs, and skinny barrel resembling the skulking form of Zenith all too closely. But, even if the two were related (Impa hoped, fervently, that this was not the case), she had no reason to judge or disdain Daedra. Yet.

The black draft shuddered the skin of her coat as if to relieve an itch on her shoulder, or to discourage early flies from perching there. The question that next left her lips was one she often considered keeping to herself, but as the Prime Minister of the Peak, it was both her right and her duty to make the inquiry of newcomers. �Have you come here to find a home, or simply to find a reprieve from the oppression that permeates the lands at the base of this mountain?� The sudden formality that gave her voice strength was a layer in the wall that kept her safe from disappointments: if she was detached from the newcomers right away, it would hurt so much less when they eventually disappeared after their initial meeting.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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Replies:

what the hand dare seize the fire? - By DAEDRA March 16, 2014 at 08:42:50 PM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza March 19, 2014 at 00:50:21 AM
  - what the hand dare seize the fire? - By DAEDRA March 23, 2014 at 09:41:01 PM
    - YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza April 11, 2014 at 06:51:46 PM

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