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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Güneşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (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. |
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Posted on June 16, 2014 at 00:12:41 AM by jezibelle
 bay blanketed mare of nowhere They had departed, Jezibelle and her Moonwalker, in much the same way as the first time: in silence and with shared looks, backward glances. For the remainder of the night the blanketed mare had considered their conversation, turned his words and her own over and over again in her mind until the sun rose and she slipped away from the Peak to find her brother.
She skirted the edge of the Lagoon on her way toward the ocean that faced Tinuvel and it was chance that allowed her to find the immense buckskin stallion that was her brother. Jezibelle was not a small or nimble creature and even she felt dwarfed by Rurisk— but perhaps that had something to do with the guilt that lowered her head to hang below the level of her shoulders as she approached her dozing brother on the beach and sidled closer until the heat of their bodies mingled to form a shared barrier between each blanketed draft’s personal space. And there, in the dark half-dawn, she whispered near his ear as her eyes wandered the wicked bite marks on his face and neck, his withers marred by the faded scars from their father’s hooves and teeth. When Rurisk stirred, the eye nearest her blinking open as wakefulness suffused him, the bay mare’s nerves failed her and she fled back to the Peak, the one place on the islands where she felt safe— and that only because she thought her Moonwalker would be waiting for her there. Jezibelle remembered rather abruptly, as she hurried along the path of a shallow river, that Balthazar could not and had not stayed at the Peak. No one waited for her there. No one but Impa, with that one dark, accusing eye and all her prying questions, questions that would increase twofold if she smelled the Lagoon on the bay mare’s skin or, worse, the scent of the dusky stallion with the scarred face. Jezibelle slowed her pace to the agonizingly slow stroll that seemed to infuriate others, and she dawdled along the river’s edge until she came across another horse. It was not Impa or any of the other mares who made their home on the mountain. Jezibelle considered walking past without a word —socializing was not her strong suit— but the longer she stayed away from Impa, the less likely it would be that her sister would discover her secrets. So she kept to her initial path and approached the black mare who drank from the river, pausing two horse-lengths away and pushing her ears to the sides as she felt the familiar fluttering discomfort that seemed to always precede engaging the attention of another horse. "This is a good place," she told the mare. It was clear of trees, an open area where death did not await the unwary. "Not too many trees. High canopies on the ones that are here. A good place," she repeated, and emphasized her sincerity with a sharp nod of her head. |
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