The Lost Islands
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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
Güneşlenmek
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

IMPAZIENZA

Winter had never been so beautiful.

Impazienza played at the foot of the Peak, where the season’s first, thick snowfall the night before had left a substantial amount of snow. She sunk almost to her knees with each step, and had to lift her legs high as she plowed through the soft, wet drifts. Her feathers were already caked with ice and she knew she would spend some time later chewing the frozen chunks out of her hair, but for now—

Almost, the half-blind mare was a filly again.

She whinnied and plowed through another drift, delighting in the cold against her chest and the resistance of the piled snow. It was almost like swimming, save she didn’t have to worry about keeping her muzzle above water and her hooves always touched solid ground. Snow was much better than water.

“Take that!” she exhaled, dipping her nose under the top of the snowbank she stood chest deep in to throw a pile up into the air with her muzzle. It flaked away on the brisk wind and she laughed to see her weapon disintegrate in the weak midmorning sun. She did it again, and a third time before she reared up to pull her upper body out of the snow and wheeled, coming down hard with both front hooves as if smashing the fallen body of an enemy. “That one for Arsael!” she cried, giving another two-beat stamp to be sure of the intruder’s death, and then the hefty black mare wheeled to confront her next imaginary foe, packing the snow around her with each attack and kicking down snowbanks as she bucked and wheeled and laughed under the strengthening sun.

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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