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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

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Beloved
Cato
Cullen
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Octavius
Starscream
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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"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 November 21, 2016 at 03:32:04 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."

The chestnut mare's nostrils flare as she searches for the scents of the equines she knew lived here. The terrain was quiet near the bottom of the Peak. Macabre allowed her dark gaze to drift up the rocky peaks toward the sky, hoping to spy Impa or Inka or even Jetta coming down the mountain trail to greet them. But no one immediately came into view. When Lillith spoke, Macabre merely bobbed her head and exhaled slowly. "We should probably stay here for now. Someone will stumble upon us eventually." She decided, knowing it wasn't worth risking Lluvia's safety on the treacherous path. The sun was beginning to droop behind the mountain tops, signalling that the end of day would be upon them in just a few hours. "You should know we are safe here. Perhaps we should settle in for the night."

Macabre realized she hadn't told Lillith much about the friends she had here, or the life she once lived as a member of the Peak. She also realized she didn't know much about Lillith at all, beyond the fact that she showed up pregnant one day in the Ridge and stuck around after that. In an effort to seem friendly, the mare pawed at the earth while she thought over some topics for small talk, if only to pass the time. In between grazing lazily upon a few short tufts of reeds and grass, she spoke. "So what brought you to the islands, Lillith? And to the Ridge? Was it Vodnik?"

Eventually dusk's haze was upon them. The bright sun cast the trees and the earth in a warm but brilliant orange glow. Macabre reveled in the last of the sun's warm rays before it would soon dip beyond the horizon, and a purple blanket of stars would twinkle overhead. But before the last of the day's light was gone, Jetta's frame came into view. Macabre perked up immediately upon first registering the disturbance. She stared into the brush as a large equine's silhouette came into view. Once she was able to determine it was, in fact, Jetta, striding toward them, she nickered warmly to her her, prancing in place with excitement and relief to see her friend again. But as Jetta moved closer, Macabre registered quickly that something was wrong. Her face was stained with damp trails from tears. She seemed exhausted and distracted. Something clearly had happened since Macabre left her in Paradise. "Jetta, what's wrong?"





"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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