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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 June 23, 2015 at 10:48:27 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

“I will call you Ysabel, then, for now,” Impazienza said as they descended the Peak together. Privately, she decided she would learn Ysabel’s full name. It seemed appropriate, considering the draft mare’s new desire to be addressed by her birth name, that she learn the full names of the mares on her mountain. Her mares. Her herd. Impazienza held her head high, and not simply because of the steep slope of the Peak. There was still some pride left within her— it had faded away to embers and was nearly extinguished from the lack of stimulation in her heart, but it was still there, and she would coax it up to a full flame before the seasons turned.

Her companion’s statement about Calphir (the foreign name pleased Impazienza) made the black mare’s left ear swivel toward the shorter mare. Despite her youth, it seemed Ysabel had already experienced a great many adventures, and Impazienza knew a moment of envy. She did not try to quash the sentiment, but instead embraced it as a motivator to begin her life. A tad late to be starting at my age, she thought as she offered Ysabel a smile and a dry laugh. “I agree with that,” she said, nodding her head. “I’ve never cared for the company of most stallions— entitled creatures, raised to have no concerns beyond collecting a harem and posturing in front of their peers, and too caught up in that drama to do a bit of self-reflection and understand there’s more to the world than playing King of the Island.” She snorted, then wondered absently if monarchies were still in style or if the Islands had finally outgrown that custom.

Impazienza could not recall having a positive relationship with any stallions except for her sire, before he abandoned her in the Arch —her meeting with Inka the other day had uprooted a myriad of uncomfortable memories— and her grandsire, who had not been to see her in some time. If the draft mare had known where to look, she’d have sought out Ikari herself by now, but his whereabouts were still a mystery. Every other male in her life had left a very bitter taste in her mouth. Stallions were impossibly arrogant, and she had long ago given up trying to find reasons to like them.

“The Peak is my home,” she said as the ground began to even out beneath their feet. Her voice was warm, and she pitched it to carry forward to Ysabel, whom she gave way to when the footing became a little less certain and walking in single-file made more sense. “I love this mountain.” She left it at that. As of late, she had no idea who, besides Inka, Jetta, and Macabre, still called the mountain home. Impazienza was not about to admit that sort of ignorance to a new arrival.

Awaiting them on the slope of the mountain was a bay stallion, tall and thick-boned. Jezibelle would look good next to him, she thought, then had to resist a frown as she pictured her sensitive sister sulking beside the stranger who held himself with a quiet confidence. No, Jezibelle preferred the company of an equally mopey stallion, that short-statured, bedraggled little whiner who’d taken up space on the mountain for a time.

“Interesting,” she replied to Ysabel’s comment about his involvement with a pregnant mare. Making a mental note to seek that same mare after this encounter, Impazienza strode past Ysabel to inspect her gift, her broad black head angled to the left to accommodate for her blind side. “Interesting,” she said again, although by now she was standing in front of Rodrigo, and the comment was made for him. One ear twisted toward Ysabel to include the shorter mare in this interaction if she desired to be a part of it.

After her intense but brief visual inspection of the stallion, Impazienza snorted. “Ysabel tells me you came here with a mare,” she said, standing hip-shot and casual before the stallion. No one had ever brought her a gift before. Impazienza decided she might keep this one just for nostalgia’s sake, unless he proved to be as unbearable, annoying, or detestable as the rest of his sex. “Where is she now?”

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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[I hope you don't mind Impazienza's interpretation of his stance being quietly confident. He's such a powerful character, I could picture him waiting for the Peak mares based off of that one thread with Jezi & Rurisk c: ]

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