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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 4, 2016 at 10:46:11 PM by IMPAZIENZA
 She likes that, after her question, the space between them is filled with the gusting wind and light patter of rain the gales bring with it. It is the mark of a mature and intelligent individual who can consider their words and weigh their responses before speaking. This lack of impulsivity coupled with articulation makes for clear communication— all necessary features of a leader. Impa’s ears remain trained on the girl as she waits, breathing shallowly, for her response.
Boldly. Impa grins, a memory of herself battering at imagined enemies with her front hooves under a green canopy flashing through her mind. There’s the form of her father there, too, at the edge of the clearing as he watches her play. For once the mental image of Kisei doesn’t jag her heartbeat: instead, the beat in her chest skips as if she’d laid eyes on a lover for the first time. Is that happiness? “Be our beacon,” the draft mare says. “Gather your sisters and make our wall mobile. Make our presence known outside the Peak.” Corinth. Impa recalls the mare with a start. “My father—” she pauses, chews her wrinkled lower lip as she debates with herself. Then she plunges on as if she had not stopped at all. “Used to be friends with a mare. She’d visit us in the Forest, often, even though she and my sire were in no way lovers. Her friendship steadied my father many times. Corinth was her name, and she came from the Peak. Were it not for her I’d never have known to make my way to this mountain.” Her eyes shift to Taika’s indistinct shadow. “Fillies need to know they are welcome here. And—” she releases her vendettas as easily as relaxing a muscle “—band stallions, too, should know they may call on us for aid. There are conflicts within herds that sometimes require an outside mediator; let them know we exist, and are available.” This: this is what Impa had envisioned, had desired. This is what she could have made of herself and this mountain, what she could have been had Kisei not altered the path of her life by dumping her in the Arch when she was little more than a child. Impa closes her eyes and releases her resentments, again like relaxing a muscle. Her heart has not felt this light in— oh, she cannot even remember. The blanketed draft cracks one eye to peer at the girl and says, with friendly challenge, “Go on, now. Show me what you will do.” |
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