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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 July 10, 2014 at 05:20:40 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impa returned Skylar’s smile with a grin of her own. All in all, this day was turning out better than expected— she and Mouse were back on old, familiar footing and the spotted mare felt she had found a a new friend in someone who had stood at the edge of her life for many years. Not that Skylar wasn’t important; rather, Impa’s path had never quite crossed the blue roan tobiano’s until now.

“Thank you, Skylar. I think you’ll find you had that strength all along— just needed a bit of a reminder of what you yourself are capable of, is all.” Impa felt good, all the same, at having had a hand in that. Skylar seemed like a solid addition to the Peak herd and the half-blind mare was glad that her new friend was going to stick around. Maybe there was some misconception about the presence of stallions on the Peak. As long as Impa knew of them, and no mare objected to their presence, there was no reason to deny males a visit here and there. She had entertained her grandfather once or twice before, and knew he had once been the close confidante of a previous Prime Minister. Despite her own experiences with males, Impa could acknowledge that not all stallions were horrible— but she would keep a close eye on any and all visitors. With the exception of her grandsire, no stallion had treated her with the respect as an individual, and she would not see that behavior flaunted at any of her sisters.

Impa blinked, and sighed contentedly. “Well. I’m glad you intend to settle here rather than in a herd. I’m looking forward to seeing you around more.” Her eyes glanced over the spotted mare’s taut barrel. “I hope your birth goes well. I’d love to meet your foal when he or she is walking on their own legs. I have some things I need to go attend to now, however,” and so saying, Impa turned away to begin her descent down the mountain. “Welcome home, Skylar.”

Things finally seemed to be looking up.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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