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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 March 7, 2016 at 05:10:59 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Spring on the Peak was a chilly, brisk time of year. Not so brisk as Fall, but crisp enough to keep Impa comfortable as she wandered up and down the empty slopes of her home. She focused on thoughts of the seasons while she wandered, admiring the vibrant greenery that had sprung up seemingly overnight once the snowmelt had begun, but eventually her thoughts betrayed her.

At least today she thought only of Ikari. Her grandsire had not visited in a long time. Impa herself was, what, thirteen? Fifteen? She didn�t count the years any longer. Ikari was easily a decade her senior. How impressive of him to live for so long. The black mare wished, wistfully, that he would come back to see her. She passed the grove she and Ikari had stood under during the rain, so many years ago, and made her way further into a long stand of trees until the air smelled heavily of pine. It was rare for her to venture into any large group of trees.

Impa was glad she did, today, for she came suddenly upon a group of horses she had not seen in at least a year. Adelheid�s sharp blue gaze greeted her, the black girl grown into a mare�s supple body, and Impa�s face broke into a smile. �Adelheid,� she said, extending her nose forward with a warm whicker to exchange greeting breaths. Behind the tense young mare were two others: Inka, black and patched with sweat, and a new foal with white climbing his front like ivy, and a blanket across his hindquarters. Impa drew in a sharp breath and regarded the mother-son pair, unblinking, as she considered the possibility� but no, no. Rurisk was buckskin, and not so heavily marked. It was unlikely he had bred with the Friesian mare.

�Inka,� she said, voice quiet but kind. �Congratulations.�

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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Replies:

try to forget the fireflies - By I N K A March 27, 2016 at 12:54:35 PM
- This Broken-Down Fantasy - By Adelheid March 30, 2016 at 03:57:59 PM
  - you left me in the dark - By IMPAZIENZA May 24, 2016 at 05:49:07 PM
    - try to forget the fireflies - By I N K A June 5, 2016 at 12:22:28 PM
      - [x] - By Inka June 29, 2016 at 12:04:46 PM

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The Prime Minister

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The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

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