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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 G�neşlenmek 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
Posted on December 16, 2015 at 10:46:12 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Impazienza nodded. �You would have taken their freedom of choice away,� she said, repeating in her own words what she thought the girl had said. �That is a wise decision.� It showed maturity, the choice to imprison a trespasser non-violently despite the violence committed. Impazienza did not consider herself a pacifist but she certainly erred on the side of peace whenever possible. There was no reason to invite bloodshed into her home or against her herd. Though if the time came� well.

The half-blind mare sighed. She did not want to think of the past today, or tomorrow, or any other day she lived, and she pushed thoughts of her father and the Forest to the back of her mind to give the yearling the attention she deserved. Impazienza noted the tilt of her ears, the pain pooling in her bright blue eyes. Yes, the girl was expressive. The prime minister hoped she never lost that, that her life experiences didn�t force her to wall up and express nothing for fear or wariness of getting hurt.

She was not prepared for the sudden slant of the filly�s ears, or the hard accusation in her eyes before she answered the draft mare�s last question. No wonder the yearling took no pride in being a daughter of the Peak; who would speak of their captors with reverence, their isolation with joy? Impazienza hadn�t, and neither would this young mare if she continued to feel forced to live here.

�Has someone told you you must remain here?� she asked, with genuine concern. �Or forbidden you from crossing our borders?� The girl was old enough to go exploring, but not so old that she might be kept from returning home� not so old that a stallion would mistake her for a mare and try to herd her off the Crossing. Impazienza was troubled that anyone on the Peak would tell a young mare she must stay on the mountain; it was natural for the up-and-coming to want to see the world around them. �Or is something else making you feel trapped here?�

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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This Broken-Down Fantasy - By Adelheid December 20, 2015 at 07:39:02 PM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza December 22, 2015 at 08:25:22 PM
  - This Broken-Down Fantasy - By Adelheid December 27, 2015 at 03:58:44 PM
    - YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza January 23, 2016 at 02:38:23 AM
      - This Broken-Down Fantasy - By Adelheid January 27, 2016 at 03:06:49 PM

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The Prime Minister

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