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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 May 3, 2014 at 09:57:56 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA
If Impa was going to be honest with herself, she was afraid, and that was what had prevented her for nearly an entire season from actually swimming across the ocean and setting hoof to Luthien’s shores. Part of it was because she did not want to mar her happy memories of childhood any further than they already had been, and part of it was because if she found her brother there she would probably kick him senseless.

There was enough blood on her family’s hooves, and Impa did not want to add to it.

Today she stood head to hip with Jezibelle, eyes closed but not asleep as she listened to the rumblings of her sister’s belly and the methodical chewing of her teeth, and considered her options with a sick heart. She heaved a sigh and felt Jezibelle’s haunch twitch under her chin, and she settled herself in for a long afternoon of painful introspection. Her sister was not the best conversational partner at the best of times, and not anyone to count on in a time of need. Her opinion was often more frustrating than enlightening, and— a loud call split the air and prompted Impa to lift her head and stare across the sloped field that the mares tended to congregate in. There were a couple of horses over there, and as she was the only figure of authority on the mountain, Impa repressed a sigh, shoved her personal problems to the back of her mind, and trotted away from Jezibelle to the greet the newcomers.

As she drew nearer to the two, she recognized them both. The one who had called out to the other was a blue roan tobiano mare who Impa had seen here and there on the Peak, back when Anath had been a regular resident and the herd of mares itself was strong. The other was a stocky grullo who made Impa’s heart lurch uncomfortably in her chest. Both of the mares had abandoned the Peak, but it was Mouse’s reappearance that hurt the half-blind mare the most.

“Ladies,” Impa greeted them, and her voice was cold. “Welcome back.” She stared at Mouse, accusation in her dark eye and a question hanging unspoken between them. Where have you been?

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE
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