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The Prime MinisterKhar'pern |
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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 August 2, 2016 at 04:23:35 PM by IMPAZIENZA
 Impazienza considers the other mare’s words. Anath had a strong presence. So, too, did Black Heart Machine. And before that? She can’t remember. But she does know that each leader of the Peak carried herself with much grace and coiled potential, ready to spring when necessary. This, she thinks, is what sets the mountain mares apart from the Lagoon. While the bachelors seek to spread dissent and sink their hooves into everyone’s business, the Peak remains a safehaven: well-guarded and defensive as opposed to offensive.
Perhaps that should change. Her ears twitch at the offer of assistance. “Hm,” she says as the girl elaborates over the storm. The weather, at this point, almost feels portentous. The draft mare cracks a smile that her earlier thoughts should have focused on herself: here was life before her, youthful and enthusiastic and strong. Powerful like the winds that blow past the mares and just as crucial as the rain that waters the earth on the lower heights of their mountain. Of course this storm should represent the potential of the future and not her own downward-dragging emotions. She smiles and opens her eyes as if she can see the grayed mare clearly before her. “We have never been loud,” she says, and strikes the ground with one heavy hoof as she continues, “just big. Big and silent like this rock we call home. We have been present but passive.” Impa tilts her head, just a little, her expression conspiring even though her eyes are focused somewhere over Taika’s head. “If you were to make the Peak loud —active, not passive— what would you make this mountain say? Would you make the Peak whisper, or would you have our home boom like thunder for all to hear?” |
Replies:
- Do You Believe in Fantasy? - By Taika August 4, 2016 at 02:12:46 PM
- you left me in the dark - By IMPAZIENZA August 4, 2016 at 10:46:11 PM
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