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The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

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Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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Naydra
Titan

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Ararat
Axelle
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Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Lysimache
Starling

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Beloved
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"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.
Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on May 6, 2016 at 09:29:24 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."

The scene that plays out next is eerily familiar.

A young colt bounds up to the shaken, frantic mare and freezes, chocolate lobes pricked forward and alert, her dark marble eyes wide with nostrils flared. Per usual with the children of the peak, he is large, nearly as tall as Macabre at his young age. He leaps toward her with no fear, too naive in the safety of the bubble the Peak offers. Macabre is taken off guard, torn from her worries and thoughts to admire the colt's speckled coat. She immediately identifies him as one of Inka's. The resemblance to Jetta is uncanny.

She nickers to him apprehensively, wanting to see friendly. If nothing else, the boy could probably help her find Jetta.

"You are right. You're very observant." She says in a shaky tone, but a weak smirk cracks her whiskered lips. Her blonde tail whips nervously across her hind legs. "But I used to live here, not all that long ago. Probably before you were born."

Macabre looks around, soft plumes of carbon dioxide leaving her flared nostrils. The crisp, cool winter air at this elevation is a nice reprieve, even for Macabre, who doesn't normally care for cold temperatures. It had been a while since she'd left Atlantis. "What's your name? Mine is Macabre."

His inquisitive, brave nature reminds her of Jetta. Inka was a fine mother, Macabre thinks to herself, while she looks down on yet another healthy, polite and bold child the heavy set mare had created. She hopes the dark mare around. Inka truly was the first one who had shown her kindness here that had no strings attached.




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 6 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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