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Marceline

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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 January 6, 2017 at 09:54:00 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."

Macabre stands still, immovable, in the passing breeze. Only the wispy strands of her flaxen mane and tail drift idly in the crisp huff of air. The tall grasses continue to tickle her legs, bending easily in the wake of the going wind. She studies Argento from behind her wide, dark eyes. She almost can't believe that this stout and confident stallion was the curious young colt she'd met not that long ago. It was a harsh reminder of just how quickly time flies. It was a reminder that Macabre wasn't quite the young and naive mare she was when she first arrived here, those years ago.

The petite mare smiles weakly at Argento as he politely tries to call her from memory. She believed him that he recognized her, but their meeting had hardly been memorable. He was just a boy then, after all. And she was a stranger who didn't live here. Two chestnut colored lobes pricked up at his question, and she was genuinely surprised that he remembered she didn't live here at the time. Life had been different then -- somewhat. She was still living in Paradise but the looming threat of Vodnik wore heavily upon her. If she knew then what she knows now, perhaps she wouldn't have been so hard on herself about what was to come.

"Macabre." She says sweetly and without judgement. She flashes the stallion a short smile as she notices the way in which he stood, the muscles under his coat rippling and his chest and neck puffed out. "I live here now, with your sister."

Macabre allows her gaze to shift, searching the immediate peaks and surrounding pasture for any signs of Lillith or Jetta, but the terrain is quiet, as always. "You are not the boy I remember from the last time we met." She said with the gentle bob of her head, and slowly takes a few strides toward him. Macabre debates whether or not she should bring up Inka but decides now is not the time. "Are you here to see Jetta?"




"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 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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