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• 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 30, 2017 at 04:24:35 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 watches with interest from the corner of the group, eyeing Jetta and noting how she chooses to interact with these two new faces. It becomes clear rather quickly that Jetta knows one of them, the younger, more eager looking mare of the two, and that piques the flighty chestnut mare's interest. She smiles warily to them as they introduce themselves, and Macabre does her best to shake the anxious feelings bubbling up from her gut. "It's so nice to meet you both. I'm Macabre. Welcome to the Peak. Or welcome back." She says politely, her smirk growing wider as she bobs her head toward Oswin. "It's been a little quiet here lately. It's great to see some new faces." She adds with the nervous twitch of her tail over her haunches.

Eventually the nerves get the best of her, and the small mare can no longer stand in place. She's pivoting back and forth, almost prancing in place, stomping at the earth underneath her dull and chipped hooves, in order to expel this energy that seemingly has nowhere to go. In the back of her mind, Macabre is delighted to see new horses here. It's what she had hoped for for so long -- some new blood to instill the strong sense of community this place once had. And since Macabre had clearly failed at helping her friend, Jetta, out of such an emotional rut, maybe these new friends would be more successful. But the tension between her and Jetta was just too overwhelming for her to comprehend, especially when she was trying so hard to politely welcome new guests without showing face that something else was wrong.

So when Jetta extends the opportunity to talk alone, Macabre breathes a sigh of relief. Her dark marbeled eyes flash to the two newcomers and back to Jetta before she bobs her head. "There is certainly a lot to explore in the meantime." She adds to Jetta's bow out from the conversation. "I look forward to getting to know both of you soon." And with the flash one last quick, nervous smirk, Macabre turns on her haunches and follows in the wake of her draft-breed friend.

Despite the coolness that came after she and Jetta peeled off from the group, Macabre's heart was still pounding in her chest. She couldn't help but feel like she'd done something wrong. Maybe Jetta was mad at her, and that's why they hadn't been as close lately. Either way, Macabre was about to find out.




"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




ooc: Since Macabre had much to say to others, I figured I'd let her close out this thread. Shiva, do you mind starting a new one?

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