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The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

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Marceline

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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 April 18, 2015 at 05:30:48 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impa stood in uncomfortable silence while the filly and mare chattered at one another, envious of their obvious affection for one another and embarrassed that she was, to a point, angry at both of them for having such a friendship. The black draft mare was extremely bitter about a multitude of things: this was just one more she added to the growing list. But she sighed quietly and kept her anger to herself— it was neither Macabre nor Jetta’s fault that Impa felt excluded, and the two of them shouldn’t be made to feel bad about their friendship just because she was in a foul mood.

When the flaxen chestnut introduced the two of them, Impa scanned the filly again— yes, she saw it now, the lines of the tall black Friesian evident under the bay coat of the girl. Impa nodded her head once, then shifted her gaze back to the mature mare. “Welcome, Macabre, to the Peak. Have you decided on an alignment yet, or are you still considering your options?” The flaxen chestnut’s suggestion to find somewhere cooler to talk was smart, but Impa was reluctant to share the pool further up the slope with the two of them —selfish bitch, she thought to herself, and had to refrain from pinning her ears at her own irritation at herself— and the thought of standing in the shade of the trees made her heart pinch. There were too many memories in the trees. She didn’t want to have to confront any of them, especially not with company.

Jetta saved her from having to respond to Macabre’s suggestion right away. “I don’t know who Marlena is,” she said, and felt another spike of embarrassment. What had she been thinking, hiding away for so long? She felt incompetent, and assumed she must look that way, too. “Ostensibly means “supposedly.” A Prime Minister should know who lives on the Peak.” She looked aside from the filly and found her gaze settle back on Macabre. Impa snorted and shivered her coat. It was time to stop moping around and start acting like an adult again.

She offered her company a small smile, afraid that if she tried to make the expression any bigger it would appear to be a grimace. “There’s a lake a little further up the slope where I’m sure both the air and wind will be cooler, if the two of you would like to go see it,” she offered, and was pleased to hear a sincere note of warmth in her own voice.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE
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