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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
Posted on June 25, 2014 at 10:30:00 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Communication seemed to be something that many, many horses struggled with, often relying on conjecture and assumptions to get their points across while trusting that their meaning would somehow be conveyed accurately through subtlety. It was one of the things Impa tried very hard to be clear about —especially with Jezibelle— and that she wished others would place more importance on as well. Oftentimes it was better to be direct and specific than to hedge around a subject in the hopes that another horse would understand what was meant while simultaneously avoiding giving offense. Obviously one needed to use tact when being direct, but Impa was of the opinion that too few horses gave each other credit for having strong emotional centers— as if saying even one thing that could come across as offensive or mean would make another horse crumble.

Impa was not surprised, then, that Skylar had not spoken directly to her lover about living at the Peak. The black mare could only imagine how difficult a conversation of that magnitude would be: stallions had big egos and enormous senses of entitlement, in her experience— heaven forbid a mare they had their eyes on dared to go live in a territory that did not belong to them. Impa had never had a lover, herself, nor had she particularly desired one. That sort of relationship was one in which the half-blind mare had no experience. Impa nearly walked down that mental digression, but Skylar’s gratitude made her ears twitch and her focus narrowed sharply on the blue roan tobiano.

Her ears turned to the sides as the other mare spoke of debt, and Impa laughed, hastening to correct Skylar. “In my debt? Skylar, no, not at all. I don’t— I think there has been a misconception, or a miscommunication about the Peak.” Speaking of miscommunication... Impa chuckled inwardly. “Stallions may not live on the Peak. But we have had male visitors before— I met my grandsire on the mountain, some seasons ago. Obviously there are certain stallions who are unwelcome here. The bachelors, unless we know them personally, are driven back beyond the border should they try to climb higher than we’re comfortable with. Rapists,” and Impa’s eyes went hard as she recalled Styrke. There was one stallion the blanketed draft would expend all of her energy on keeping away from Mouse and the mountain unless her grullo friend wished otherwise. “Rapists are not allowed on the Peak. Nor are any stallions who make any of the mares uncomfortable.” Impa shuddered her coat and flicked her tail, resisting the urge to shake out her mane and turn to race down the mountain. Her sudden influx of energy was fueled mostly by adrenaline brought on by the memory of her fight with the spotted stallion, she was sure, and she quelled it.

“Family is welcome, and lovers— provided no one lingers. This mountain is for mares, after all. But you are not indebted to me, Skylar, and you certainly don’t need permission to see your Lyden at the Peak.” Impa grinned, feeling like she’d made a friend. The black mare was doubly glad now that the Skylar had returned to the Peak— they had never really had a chance to talk, before.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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