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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
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Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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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.
Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on July 28, 2015 at 07:11:39 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."




The small chestnut mare stumbles awkwardly down the semi-familiar rock laiden path into the Peak, chocolate lobes pricked forward and at attention above her poll. After her initial arrival here some months ago, she left the place only once. It was to swim back to Tinuvel, her first home on the islands. In order to start anew among the women of the Peak, she knew she would have to unload the guilt she had harbored for so long. She owed the Pony King an apology. She had to let go of the ghost of her dead son. When she returned, she joined the ranks of the Peak in high spirits, well, high spirits for her. Nevertheless, Macabre had been hopeful.

Macabre still couldn't piece together what had happened to her in recent weeks - why she woke up, face in the sand, along the shoreline of the common gates, or why she had left the peak at all. Her brain still raddled against sides of her skull, dull pains coursing through her when she thought too hard, and subsequently, worried too much. It seemed futile anyway. Macabre couldn't remember much of anything anyway.

She was nervous about returning to the Peak after all this time. Her conversations with Vaaco lead her to believe several weeks have passed since her last true vivid memory of this place. Macabre worried about her standing with the others here. Perhaps they were the ones that forced her out. Perhaps she did something to deserve this, after all.

She moved with quick but short strides, her slender, stick-like legs carrying her across the lowest points of the valley leading up to the Peak. Familiar scents of mares wafted in the passing breeze. She ambled on quietly, dark eyes wide and hoping to recognize a friend. And just maybe, get some answers to some of the looming,gut-wrenching questions she couldn't for the life of her, answer on her own.





"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 6 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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