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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 10:05:41 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impa had expected the fallen horse to wake, groggy, and lumber to its feet before moving to collapse in a less inconvenient location. Instead, it twisted its neck like a snake and stared up at Impa with pinned ears, snapping at the air where the draft mare�s hoof had just been. Then it spoke, its voice deep and hellish enough to send a chill through her body. It was perhaps the first time anyone had spoken to Impa with as much venom as she held in her own mouth, and it startled the half-blind mare so much that she took one step back and away from the contorted horse as it struggled to its feet.

It was a mare, dripping water and irritation as she spoke again, this time in challenge. Impa turned her ears back, not in anger but in embarrassment about her own behavior. In this instance she had been beyond rude, and in previous interactions with others her attitude had not been excusable. �Nothing,� Impa said. �I� I can always get water elsewhere.� She tossed her head, irritated at her sudden lack of confidence, and moved the conversation along. �Are you ill? Why were you laying in the river?� The mare must be cold� winter was not over, not yet, and the wind still carried icy teeth. Wet horse and winter was not a good combination.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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THE SEA KNOWS THE TASTE OF BLOOD. - By LEVIATHAN May 30, 2014 at 08:59:52 PM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza June 22, 2014 at 02:58:29 AM

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