<font color=717e86>YOU LEFT ME IN THE</font> <font color=07334E>DARK</font>%01 Devorea

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, Devorea
Posted on June 19, 2014 at 08:40:01 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impa dipped her nose in acknowledgement of the other mare�s nickname. �Devorea. A pleasure to meet you,� she said, and smiled. Her expression broadened to a grin when the flashy buckskin overo responded positively to her question. �Wonderful. Welcome, then, Rea, to the Peak. I take it you�ve been here before?� Impa did not want to bore her with information if it turned out Devorea already knew about the ranks in the mountain herd.

Still, some information would be useful even if it turned out the mare with the soft eyes had been to the Peak before. If it turned out Devorea was totally new to the mountain, she could still ask relevant questions. �There are a few others here, and our herd grows everyday. I am the Prime Minister. We have several mares who consider themselves thinkers and politicians, but less who identify as warriors. Still, we are not a bunch to be trifled with.� Impa smiled again, but this time her dark eye looked afar and her expression was tight-lipped and cold.

Abruptly, the black mare tossed her wide head and blinked. When she looked at Devorea again her smile had warmed and she looked at the mare once more instead of through her. �Where do you think you would fit best, Rea? It�s all right if you don�t want to choose now, or ever. My sister, Jezibelle, has been unaligned with any of the three categories for as long as she�s been here. I think it�s been... just over two years, now.� Two years of sullen, angst-ridden silence, jabbing words and vague expressions and responses. Impa�s temper flared and her expression grew fixed again for a moment before she smoothed it over into something more neutral and appealing to the newcomer.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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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