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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 G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	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 January 21, 2015 at 03:21:08 AM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Perhaps, Impa thought as she chewed a cold mouthful of grass, Jezibelle likes Rurisk better than me. It hadn't been a secret in the herd that Impa had been Kisei's favorite child, and even though the two sisters had not grown up together it was possible Jezibelle had known subconsciously that she was not their father's favorite. The inattentive attitude of everyone had probably added emotional distance between the bay mare and the family from the Forest. Impa knew there had been very little love between their father and her younger sister, and as she recalled the way Jezibelle had relished speaking of Kisei's death her nostrils flared. Perhaps it was time to put more energy into finding her sibling� where she found one, Impa was sure she would find the other.

With a huffy sigh the half-blind mare raised her head just as the sound of hooves on stone attracted her ears. It was the pretty Friesian mare from earlier in the summer who approached, and for a moment Impa had to stifle her irritation that someone had found her by the lake. Hadn�t she just been whining to herself about how lonely she felt? Grow up, Impa, she told herself as she fixed a small smile to her face. It was good to see another mare of the Peak, but her heart was heavy and that made it difficult for her to pretend all was well.

�Sounds like you and I had the same idea today,� she rejoined with a low laugh. �Hello again, Inka. How is the Peak treating you?� It had been some time since they had first spoken together. Impa felt like the older she got, the faster the days were spent. Life had seemed so long when she was younger and now� she was older than her sire had been when he was killed. It was a jarring thought, one that made her ears flip backwards for a moment. Such a waste.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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