<font color=717e86>YOU LEFT ME IN THE</font> <font color=07334E>DARK</font> [any]

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 [any]
Posted on May 30, 2015 at 10:16:59 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Winter had been uneventful. Impa did not remember what she did with most of her days�everything seemed so white and bland and similar. Grass was tasteless. The flavor of water was cold but not refreshing, and the big black mare walked the sides of her mountain with heavy hooves. Her tracks scuffed the old snow, cut deep tracks from her daily tour of the Peak, and for months nothing changed.

The weather had not changed on the highest reaches of the mountain top, and Impa had once more secluded herself from prospective company by retreating to the tallest accessible peak to stare out over the Crossing, which appeared to be beating back winter one slow melting snowbank at a time. Grass, green and fresh, poked through in some places as new shoots struggled valiantly up from under the snow� though from this distance, it was just random swaths of the color interrupting the endless white and gray of winter. Impa exhaled low and imagined, for a moment, that she was the Queen of this island.

�Queen of the Crossing,� she said, and flicked her ears at the sound of her own voice. It was rusty, old. Weak. She was getting rusty. Old. Weak. The black mare lifted one thick leg to test her joints �they creaked in the mornings, but she was already warmed up for the day and the motion was smooth, fluid. There was some power left in her limbs. Impa had simply lost the interest in accessing it. She had lost interest in everything.

�I wonder,� she said, then stopped. Jezibelle wasn�t here to listen to her; hadn�t been here in a year, maybe more. There was no one left. Oh, there were others on the mountain, likely all fine and dependable mares, but for Impa there was no one. She had no children (and while she had absolutely zero interest in the physical activity that would require such a product, as well as the idea of bearing and giving birth to her own foal, Impa had never been adverse to the idea of raising an orphan or foal in need� the opportunity had simply never come, unless one counted Imp, who had vanished without a word one day and would likely not be back to these Islands in Impa�s lifetime, if her niece chose to return at all), no parents, no family. No herd.

The black mare dipped her head and closed her eyes, pretending as she stared at the black behind her eyelids that she was fully blind, and not just partially visually impaired. The cold of the snow tickled the end of her nose and she snorted lightly. She was tired, and bored, and listless. And sad. Impa could not remember the last time she had not been sad.

I wonder how far I could fly, had I a pair of wings, she thought as she lifted her head and opened her eyes to look out across the island once more.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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Replies:

. All Hail the Pirate Queen . - By Ysabel May 31, 2015 at 00:21:20 AM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza June 3, 2015 at 03:16:05 AM
  - . All Hail the Pirate Queen . - By Ysabel June 5, 2015 at 11:38:01 AM
    - YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza June 9, 2015 at 01:14:35 PM
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        YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza June 23, 2015 at 10:48:27 PM
        
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        YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza July 12, 2015 at 09:25:50 PM
        
        [.Place Peace Roses on My Headstone.] - By R O D R I G O & Ysabel July 18, 2015 at 06:16:00 PM
        
        YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza July 20, 2015 at 02:59:43 AM

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