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The Offspring
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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.
Broken-Down Fantasy Posted on December 19, 2015 at 00:50:35 AM by Adelheid
Even now, her mother was coming and going at strange times, coming back exhausted and weary. The girl was further confused about what was going on, and no one was explaining to her. Something in the air, an unsaid feeling told her she needed to pay attention. But she dared not ask, for so few of her questions had been answered by those around her. From a dark place, she once again watched her mother leave her side to do whatever it was that she had been doing. If they could, Adelheid’s ears would have tilted back further. Something was not being shared with her, and she was at last tired of waiting for permission. If her mother needed help, she would help. If she stumbled upon something her young eyes should not see, she would learn fast enough. Once Inka left, Adelheid carefully followed behind her mother, a small black shadow.
Her distance was far behind her mother, not wanting to be seen sneaking about and getting reprimanded, she was not close by when the scream ripped through the air of the mountains. The horrible noise echoed off the rocks of the cliffs, resounding in the air and in the filly’s senses long after the cry had been uttered. Her sight obscured by trees and jutting stones, Adelheid could not pinpoint where her mother had gone. A soft sigh came from her velvet nose and she poked around the trails of the forests, trying to find the path her mother had traveled.
The shouts were mere whispers in the wind. Muffled and masked by distance, becoming nothing more than a breeze that tussled her mane as she navigated the thick pines.
It was the crashes and the cracks of bones against rocks, breaking on wood, the body that fell from the heights which thundered like an avalanche at her heels. Her own soft shout of surprise as she bolted a step forward was lost in the cacophony. In a breath she scolded herself for being startled and fleeing. She was fearless, and strong. Brilliant blues turned to look at what had fallen behind her. The sight was not recognizable. The branches of pines and limbs stuck out at improbable angles and the mass reeked of shit, blood, and death. She could not make out what it had been, but she knew what it was now. It was an end. Her nose flared, assaulted by the stench. Slowly she turned away from the scene, processing this unknown, while still instinctually knowing the core concept.
Silently, she once again picked her way over the paths through the forest. The day was also dying and she had not found the route her mother had gone over. The usual faster trails were stale and the filly did not think to check the longer, easier, ones she had been shown as a newborn. Growing concerned, she made her way back to the place her mother had originally left her. It was not long before Inka came into sight, black against the golden hues of dusk, with a foal by her side.
Curious, one ear twitched for a millisecond towards them before Adelheid followed with her steps. Drawing within reach, she looked silently between her mother and the colt, ears still quirked back. Taking her gaze from her mother she looked hard at the colt. For a second the sight of the mangled mass of bone and wood flashed before her eyes, countered at once by the sight of youth and innocence. Death and life, constantly at war. Eyes flicked briefly to her mother before she stepped closer to the colt.
Slowly, she reached out to breathe gently onto the newborn’s face and touch his soft nose with hers. For the first time in gods knew how long her ears swiveled forward to him, and a smile flickered on her dark lips. Right then and there, she made a decision; and no one was going to tell her no. Replies: