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The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (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. |
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Posted on December 31, 2014 at 08:13:23 PM by Arkadia
ARKADIA
sometimes things don't come full circle
The spirit of a wanderer is never satisfied.
Even with the discovery of the little aspen grove at the base of the mountains, Arkadia felt the wind shift, and with it her hooves yearned to follow. Up the mountain paths the quiet gusts lead the Moroccan tobiano. Looping through canyons and sudden drop-offs she guided herself up the narrow pass that so many others have followed before. A glistening layer of snow rests upon pine and plant and accumulates as she climbs higher. Tracks of creatures small and large who had scurried over the giant rocks before her leave their stories in the ground.
The atmosphere gets thinner. The foliage makes way for rock. Her hooves clop loudly with each step. With a swish of her two-toned tail, Arkadia reaches a plateau and glances out. With a sharp inhale she absorbs the sweeping views of the Crossing with the ocean beyond. It is mid-morning and everything is bright and crisp. Overhead nothing but cloud and sky stand between her and Father Sky. Rooting her hooves a little firmer into the earth, a smile flickers and rests on her maw. Her auburn eyes close as her dark head bows for a moment to thank the Mother for these quiet moments.
A snow rabbit dashes across the mare’s path. She startles and her eyes dart to watch it run to the sparse shrubbery nearby. With glassy eyes, Arkadia wonders what it would be like to be able to hide in small places – it would be convenient for sure. Beyond the shrub, the plateau stretches wide and flat. She can see evidence of other equines – well trod paths and hoof prints in the stale snow. She wonders who lives here, in a place so close to the heavens, and if they realize how fortunate they really are.
Even with the discovery of the little aspen grove at the base of the mountains, Arkadia felt the wind shift, and with it her hooves yearned to follow. Up the mountain paths the quiet gusts lead the Moroccan tobiano. Looping through canyons and sudden drop-offs she guided herself up the narrow pass that so many others have followed before. A glistening layer of snow rests upon pine and plant and accumulates as she climbs higher. Tracks of creatures small and large who had scurried over the giant rocks before her leave their stories in the ground.
The atmosphere gets thinner. The foliage makes way for rock. Her hooves clop loudly with each step. With a swish of her two-toned tail, Arkadia reaches a plateau and glances out. With a sharp inhale she absorbs the sweeping views of the Crossing with the ocean beyond. It is mid-morning and everything is bright and crisp. Overhead nothing but cloud and sky stand between her and Father Sky. Rooting her hooves a little firmer into the earth, a smile flickers and rests on her maw. Her auburn eyes close as her dark head bows for a moment to thank the Mother for these quiet moments.
A snow rabbit dashes across the mare’s path. She startles and her eyes dart to watch it run to the sparse shrubbery nearby. With glassy eyes, Arkadia wonders what it would be like to be able to hide in small places – it would be convenient for sure. Beyond the shrub, the plateau stretches wide and flat. She can see evidence of other equines – well trod paths and hoof prints in the stale snow. She wonders who lives here, in a place so close to the heavens, and if they realize how fortunate they really are.
Black Tobiano (Moroccan tobiano) [??] -- mare -- Mustang -- 15hh -- by fable
Image by Epicantus // Html + Character (c) fable 2014 and onwards
Image by Epicantus // Html + Character (c) fable 2014 and onwards
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- and then the sun came crashing in - By mouse January 1, 2015 at 03:59:04 PM
- sometimes things don't come full circle - By Arkadia January 3, 2015 at 06:49:58 PM
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- sometimes things don't come full circle - By Arkadia January 8, 2015 at 04:48:08 AM
- and then the sun came crashing in - By mouse January 6, 2015 at 06:06:11 AM
- sometimes things don't come full circle - By Arkadia January 3, 2015 at 06:49:58 PM
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