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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
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Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

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Beloved
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"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 June 22, 2017 at 04:04:41 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 was used to living alone.

She had traversed miles and miles completely by herself, attaching herself to any horse that crossed her path, before she stumbled upon The Lost Islands. After the Quarry had crumbled into the ocean and there was no signs left of Midas on Atlantis, she continued to wander alone. After Dogun, after Dexter and after Shiraz. She wound up on Atlantis again, where she suffered under the blazing sun alone for months in Paradise.

The Peak, however, was never a place she expected to feel so alone. Ever since Jetta's mother convinced her to seek out this domain, she'd treasured it as her safe harbor. Macabre had friends here. She had a purpose here. She had family here.
But what the Peak was then and and what it is now were two very different things.

As long as Jetta was here, Macabre wouldn't abandon the rocky terrain and mountain top. But she'd spent more time by herself than with her friend lately. It seemed that the solidarity of this place had grown to be too much for Lillith and her foal, who seemingly left without saying goodbye. It was difficult for Macabre to process that at first. Lillith and Lluvia were the only things she had left that connected her to Vodnik. But the big stallion had left too, and now whatever reminders she had of him and the Ridge would be forever only in her memories.

Macabre didn't want to bother Jetta with her loneliness. Jetta had taken the death of her mother harder than any other sibling, or at least, that was the perception Macabre came up with. The petite chestnut mare wanted nothing more than to baby her, to wrap her warmth around Jetta's massive body and tell her everything was going to be OK. She was heartbroken for her and the rest of Inka's children. But Jetta chose to be alone. And thus, Macabre was left alone again with her downtrodden thoughts. Her misery drove her off the Crossing Isle just once since she returned to the Peak. It was on Tinuvel where Diamant found her, grieving the loss of a son from years ago. Perhaps the relief had been healthy. And perhaps Diamant's presence had been a sign. Macabre felt so connected to Jetta and her family. This was a time for her act like part of it, and be there for Jetta.

The petite mare rarely scaled the rocky paths that led to the tallest peaks anymore these days. But on this hot and humid summer day, she chose to venture to higher elevations to seek out the cooler temperatures. Macabre looked healthier than ever. All this time to herself had lead to lots of grazing, and subsequently, it fattened her up. Her lean muscles gleaned from underneath her sleek summer coat. She surprised even herself with how easily she conquered the steep and uneven paths.

She was grazing lazily on a small patch of tough mountain vegetation when she heard the scuffle of hooves on hard rock. The mare's dark marbeled eyes instinctively looked for Jetta's familiar frame in the distance. Macabre smiled at her sweetly when she finally spotted her, and watched her as she moved toward two others in the distance. Macabre chewed haphazardly on the hardy strands in her mouth, swallowed hard and waited. For a second, Macabre thought she was dreaming. Who were these other mares? Despite the nervous feeling in her gut, the mare swished her thin tail quickly across her haunches and moved quickly toward them. "Jetta." She said first, keeping her distance as she approached. "Have you brought us new friends?"





"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 | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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