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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 May 29, 2014 at 07:13:53 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

The mare who stood on the mountain face and announced her presence seemed small and delicate, like the long-time ago Codebreaker of the Peak but in a softer way, not hard and lean like the imposing Akhal-Teke, but as Impa left her sullen sister�s side and trotted over to meet the buckskin overo, she saw that small was perhaps not the right word. True, the blanketed draft towered over the newcomer, but when had that not been true of Impa? She had maybe a full hand�s height on the stranger, and now that she was closer it was obvious that �delicate� was perhaps not the right word to use, either, given the average (sturdy, neither fat nor thin) build of the other.

Must be the eyes, she thought as she jogged to a stop and whickered a low greeting to the other mare. Soft, liquid-dark� the eyes of a potential heartbreaker. Impa moved her gaze to the mare�s forehead until she was certain she was no longer staring and only then resumed casual eye contact. �Welcome,� she said, ears up. �I am Impazienza, but you may call me Impa. Have you come to join the Peak?� Members were always welcome, provided they weren�t as unpredictably absent as the moon� sometimes Impa swore she could see it sharing the sky with the sun, and it rubbed her the wrong way. The moon was a nighttime indicator and did not belong with the daylight. She blinked and forced her thoughts away from that nonsense, resolving to spend a little less time with her mentally-flighty sister in the future. Jezibelle had been little help to her lately anyway.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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There's hope in every heartbeat - By Devorea June 6, 2014 at 07:13:53 AM

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Peak

The Prime Minister

The Codebreaker

The General

The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

Rules