The Lost Islands
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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
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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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
Posted on July 23, 2014 at 03:54:04 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impa gave a snort of laughter at Ashildr’s comment. It was too accurate, and maybe did explain much of the behavior of those mares who did not linger on the mountain’s face. She felt better for hearing it, though, and sighed contentedly as she shifted her weight to something more comfortable. Impa eyed the bald faced bay side-long as she explained the presence of her scars. Even though the big draft had never encountered a “big cat,” she had a healthy respect for the damage wolves could do. If the mare would have preferred the wild canine to the big cats, they must be an even more dangerous predator.

The draft mare counted herself lucky for never having had to deal with the more natural dangers of the world. The Islands were, for the most part, a fairly peaceful place. “Think you’ll take up with the warriors, then, since you’ve so much experience with the wild side of the world?” Impa quirked a grin at her scarred companion. “Tangling with one of our own species seems far less daunting than something with claws and a healthy appetite for horse.” Sure, another horse could do significant damage —their hooves were solid, and the force behind some kicks enough to wreck the bone— but there was some visceral fear that made her crest tingle to think of having to fight an opponent whose every bite and slash could part the skin of her body and make her bleed.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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