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The GeneralMarceline |
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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 January 3, 2015 at 06:49:58 PM by Arkadia
ARKADIA
sometimes things don't come full circle
In many cultures, the high places are often revered as the most sacred. In her tribe, Arkadia had often been given the blessing (burden?) of seeking advice atop the mountains – the place where the Mother and Father meet and commune with the people. Once knowledge is imparted, it was her task to lead the others to enlightenment. Had the flower child chosen this path for her life? To be honest, she does not recall. Her color made her sacred from birth and she had been conditioned since she was a foal to believe she was a channel for the divine. Her life is not her own, it belongs to the people and to Mother Earth.
Perhaps it was wrong of her to abandon them. She thinks briefly of the others. Were they lost without her? Who leads them now on the path to divination? But the Great Eagle is never wrong, and the Mother proves even now that the choice to leave the others was the right one. She closes her eyes and lets the breeze wash over her. She wonders if the equines on this hill are priestesses too – creatures in tune with the earth, working as vessels for good vibes to reach the rest of the populace. In her paradigm, this idea makes sense.
The sound of bone against rock brings the mare back from her silent reverie. Turning her auburn eyes towards the sound, she finds the approaching mare. The mare is friendly enough when she speaks, though obvious tones warn Arkadia not to do anything suspicious. She smiles, moving her white haunches around so she can face the other. “Hello Mouse.” She dips her dark head towards her. Breath spews from her nostrils and disappears in the mountain air. The snow cracks slightly beneath her as she shifts her weight. “I am Arkadia,” she pauses, wondering if she should include her titles, as she would have in her own land. Truth be told, Mouse is the first in these lands to ask who the priestess is, and without her tribe Arkadia is not sure who she is.
Deciding to remain reserved, in case there is some other religion afoot, Arkadia simply adds, “What is this place? It is so beautiful” She says the last in a wistful tone, sweeping her two-toned locks across her face as she rotates her head into the sunlight. The scenery spreads out before her in all directions. If she didn’t already believe mountains were sacred, this view is enough to make her a believer.
Perhaps it was wrong of her to abandon them. She thinks briefly of the others. Were they lost without her? Who leads them now on the path to divination? But the Great Eagle is never wrong, and the Mother proves even now that the choice to leave the others was the right one. She closes her eyes and lets the breeze wash over her. She wonders if the equines on this hill are priestesses too – creatures in tune with the earth, working as vessels for good vibes to reach the rest of the populace. In her paradigm, this idea makes sense.
The sound of bone against rock brings the mare back from her silent reverie. Turning her auburn eyes towards the sound, she finds the approaching mare. The mare is friendly enough when she speaks, though obvious tones warn Arkadia not to do anything suspicious. She smiles, moving her white haunches around so she can face the other. “Hello Mouse.” She dips her dark head towards her. Breath spews from her nostrils and disappears in the mountain air. The snow cracks slightly beneath her as she shifts her weight. “I am Arkadia,” she pauses, wondering if she should include her titles, as she would have in her own land. Truth be told, Mouse is the first in these lands to ask who the priestess is, and without her tribe Arkadia is not sure who she is.
Deciding to remain reserved, in case there is some other religion afoot, Arkadia simply adds, “What is this place? It is so beautiful” She says the last in a wistful tone, sweeping her two-toned locks across her face as she rotates her head into the sunlight. The scenery spreads out before her in all directions. If she didn’t already believe mountains were sacred, this view is enough to make her a believer.
Black Tobiano (Moroccan tobiano) [??] -- mare -- Mustang -- 15hh -- by fable
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Image by Epicantus // Html + Character (c) fable 2014 and onwards
Replies:
- 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 8, 2015 at 04:48:08 AM
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