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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 July 6, 2016 at 07:28:04 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."

As the mare lingered in the Peak with Argento, she began to fret less about her own problems and settle in the conversation, which was a welcomed distraction. The chestnut mare merely smiles as the colt introduces himself. She suppresses a small giggle even, at the way he stands tall and proud in front her and talks about his brother, who joins them shortly.

She watches quietly as the two boys banter between each other, a sheepish but genuinely amused grin plastered across her soft lips. The boys reminded her of her own son, Shiraz, who passed away some years ago. But instead of feeling downtrodden about her loss, as she often did when she thought of him, she was rather amused by their company. She fantasized quietly what Shiraz would have been like at this age. She wondered if he would be as bold as Argento here,

"Are you alright, Diamant?" She asks quietly, her neck arched as she reached her nose to the breathless boy. Her dark eyes scanned the rest of the Peak for Inka or Impa, the only two members she assumed she'd still know on the mountain, before settling on Argento and Diamant again.

"I wonder if you two could help me." Macabre asks as her gaze instinctively, and perhaps because of her slight paranoia, wanders to the neighboring brush as a passing breeze ruffles through it. "I'm looking for a mare named Jetta. I think she might be your sister."




"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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