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The Prime Minister

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Marceline

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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, Ashildr
Posted on June 23, 2014 at 05:40:29 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA
The mare —Ashildr— named a land Impa had never heard of before. She was confused, then, when the bald faced bay stated that the Islands, presumably the Lost Islands that both mares stood upon now, had called her home. Impa’s curiosity about Ashildr’s life story grew. Obviously the mare had been born on these lands, and yet she added a foreign place, those Flautandi Mountains, to her name. Impa shifted her weight in the snow and pressed the frogs of her feet deeper against the cold. “Welcome, Ashildr. You may call me Impa.”

She appreciated Ashildr’s direct attitude. “Anyone who makes a home here is obviously not confined to the mountain face,” Impa replied. “Though I appreciate you informing me of your plans ahead of time. Many mares come to this peak but do not linger. I like to know whose faces I can expect to see again.” She snorted lightly and wondered if perhaps she was the problem. Impa was the one who met most, if not all, of the newcomers. Maybe it was her attitude that set them off, or they were intimidated by her size. It sounded ridiculous but Impa no longer knew what to think.

Was it wrong of her to not want to waste time getting to know a horse she might never see again? Perhaps. That was something she would consider later. “You’ve got some scars,” she said, and nodded with the end of her muzzle toward the most visible of Ashildr’s old injuries. “Wrestling with a wolf?” Impa, having never been exposed to any other predator except for the gray wolves that had occasionally frequented the Forest when she was a filly and the Arch during her brief stay on Tinuvel, was aware that other carnivores existed but had no names for them. Ashildr’s scars didn’t look like any injuries Impa imagined a wolf would leave on a horse, but what would she know? All of the violence in Impa’s life had injured her heart, not her body.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE
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