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• 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 September 29, 2015 at 07:10:37 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impazienza didn’t recognize the name the stallion spoke. She would have sent him on his way a touch faster had the filly not intervened to speak out on his behalf— again for the unknown Adelheid. The Prime Minister would not admit to not knowing the mare (was she even a mare of the Peak?) in front of a stranger. She took a step forward as the ashy filly moved forward to offer her nose to the stallion, alarm thumping through her heart, but Impazienza forced herself to halt and stand still. There was little she could do to prevent the mares and fillies on this mountain from leaving and meeting other horses off the territory. And it would be one thing to drive a complete stranger from her mountain, but something else entirely to turn away a horse whom one of her herd called “friend.”

Her dark eye remained on the stallion as the filly bounded back over, ready to play again. “Perhaps,” she said, in agreement with Strack. “I did not know you were a friend to one of the mares of the Peak.” Her gut felt sour as she added, “I am Impazienza, the Prime Minister of this mountain. You are from Salem, you said? Stay awhile. I know how scarce snow is there.” Her gaze flicked across the broad skirt of her home. The snow around them had been flattened and packed, but much of the white expanse had been undisturbed.

The draft mare steadied her breathing and focused on loosening the tension in her muscles. If this stallion was friends with a mare from the Peak, he might choose to visit again. The filly had already chosen to like him. Better to get to know him now, where she could observe him directly, rather than rely on the remarks of others to build an image of his character.

“Perhaps you would like to join our fight?” Impazienza offered. Her voice hadn’t quite warmed, but it no longer held an edge. “These snow monsters are fierce, and we may be outnumbered.”

17’3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE


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