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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 Gόneşlenmek 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 December 2, 2016 at 04:39:44 PM by Macabre
 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 petite chestnut mare also knew what it was like to have to move on. She too, arrived on the islands not really by her own choice, but because she had no where else to go. The Great Flood had destroyed her tribe and uprooted her entire existence. The last time she'd seen her parents their carcasses were limp and bloated, bobbing at the surface among the reeds in what remained of their ravaged homeland. All of that felt like it was so long ago now. She had drifted from herd to herd ever since, though she always ended up by herself. The Reaper had followed her like a dark cloud ever since she left her homeland. He was always sure to put a dramatic end to any relationship she began to form with someone else. Briefly her mind returned to Midas, before the Quarry crumbled off the edge of Atlantis. Then Dogun on Tinuvel. Even Dexter, the father of her only child, Shiraz, who died a weak, sickly thing in the snow in the Bay. And now Vodnik. "Yes, I lived here for some time before a stallion found me and took me back to Paradise." The mare said bluntly. The Peak was the first place that truly felt like home to her on the islands. And Macabre was forever grateful for Inka, who found her alone and frantic, on the Crossing Isle that one day, and eventually brought her back here. Even after The Reaper attempted to rip her from this place -- she had almost drowned and washed ashore with no memory of what had happened -- the mares of the Peak were unflappable. This place still stood strong. But Macabre had found herself in the clutches of yet another stallion, and forced to relocate to Atlantis. There she lived for some time, mostly in isolation, as stallion after stallion came and tried to make Paradise their own. Aillil was the only one who stuck for a while, and he, along with Tarant, had brightened Macabre's seemingly dull life at the time. Then Vodnik came around. "I actually enjoyed living in Paradise for some time. But Vodnik made a point of terrorizing the young stallion who was trying to make a name for himself there. And somewhere along the way, he threw me into the middle of it." But before Macabre could elaborate further, Jetta had joined them. Macabre held her tongue as the filly approached the larger mare first. But the worry was written all over Macabre's facial features. Macabre smiled weakly to Jetta as they exchanged pleasantries, but the dread was building inside of her. Something had happened. When Jetta spoke, finally, of Inka, the chestnut mare's heart was beating so fast and hard in her ears she almost missed it completely. Macabre said nothing for some time, allowing the weight of this to sink in. "Oh Jetta, I --" she nickered softly to her friend, taking a step forward to press her nose into Jetta's shoulder. "I'm so sorry." Her dark marbled eyes searched their surroundings for other familiar faces -- perhaps Inka's two young colts, who Macabre guessed wouldn't look so lanky anymore these days, but the Peak was quiet. "Who else knows?" She asked matter-of-factly, and regretted it almost as soon as the words slipped from her lips. Macabre looked to Lillith now and offered her an apologetic smirk. "Why don't we find a place to rest for the night. Then we can catch up tomorrow and figure out where we all go from here." 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." |
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