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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Güneşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (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. |
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Posted on May 24, 2016 at 05:49:07 PM by IMPAZIENZA
 Impa exchanged breaths with the young mare while still wearing a warm smile. Her attention shifted to Inka as the colt rose on unsteady legs, and her lips parted to reassure the many-time mother that of course she would not be left alone, but Adelheid’s voice cracked across the air before the draft mare’s lips could part. Impa took one step sideways and flicked her ears back at the menace in the young girl’s tone: here was the fire unleashed, the embers flaring suddenly to licking heat. The Prime Minister held her tongue and listened to the young mare’s tirade. She could not keep her graying brow from raising, and glanced at Inka to see how the mother reacted to Adelheid’s long-oppressed frustration and rage.
Impa had heard some of these complaints before. This was the first time she had some context for what Adelheid had told her, and as an outside observer she found the differences between the two mares quite stark. Inka wished for company and companionship, but Adelheid viewed that request as a selfish command. What must it have been like to grow up at Inka’s shoulder? Impa tried to think of the other children the black Friesian had borne but could not conjure a single face. She saw only the rulers of the Arch, a hard pair of horses. Inka had always seemed warm and lovely in comparison, far more approachable. Whence came, then, Adelheid’s fury? The spotted draft blew out a low breath, a calming sound directed at Adelheid. But her eyes shifted to Inka, and when she spoke it was with an even, measured voice that belied the tension roped between the trees. “This is your fourth child, yes?” she said, making the tally based on Adelheid’s accusations. “He will require your full attention until he is older, as all newborns do. Rest awhile. You are safe on the Peak, you know you are. Adelheid,” she continued, still speaking calmly as she turned to face the younger mare. “This mountain is too small for you. Come. I will show you the Islands.” Impa turned away from Inka, head curved over her right shoulder to keep Adelheid in sight, and waited for the white-splashed mare to join her. |
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- 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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