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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
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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.
laughed in my pretty bed of green
Posted on September 26, 2015 at 12:58:30 PM by J E T T A




As the filly looked down upon the face of her old friend, something about Macabre’s countenance struck her as off. The mare was sweating, for one thing, though admittedly this could have been down to the strenuous journey of climbing the peak’s foothills; but as Jetta’s eyes examined the fine details of her face, she reflected that there was definitely something unsettled about her. Even her smile was fleeting. Then, as Macabre leaned forward to touch her, Jetta did likewise, pressing her head and neck against the chestnut mare’s damp shoulder.

She felt it: Macabre was shaking.

As they pulled away, Jetta’s smile disappeared and was replaced by an expression of open issue. She barely registered what the mare said; instead she ploughed ahead with what she felt was the more pressing concern. “Macabre, are you all right? You look unwell.” Jetta tilted her head slightly and offered her friend a small smile, which was equal parts supportive - to encourage Macabre to open up to her - and apologetic, in case the mare had no intention of doing such a thing.

The young mare continued on, hoping to put Macabre at ease with some smalltalk. “Where have you been all this time? We’ve missed you. So much has happened since you’ve been gone. I met my grandmother and grandfather - Impazienza is letting them stay here, in fact - and, oh, I have a sister now. Her name is Adelheid. You’ll love her.” Jetta’s smile brightened and her tail swished with enthusiasm.


J E T T A
friesian mix; EE Aa nSpl; 1.5 years; 16’1 wfg

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