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Marceline

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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 July 10, 2017 at 03:14:25 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 followed in Jetta's wake down the familiar, stone laiden paths toward the river. The petite mare was quiet, though her mind was awhirl with the possibilities of what Jetta wanted to speak about. The chestnut mare had so much she wanted to say, too, but didn't know where to begin. She so desperately wanted her friend to know how much she cared about her, and how difficult it had been not knowing how to help her through the grief she experienced after Inka. Macabre had felt the same maternal longing to help Argento and Diamant too, her brothers who Macabre clearly did not know as well, but whom she had seen briefly during Jetta's recluse period. She wanted to tell her about her own feelings too, about how the isolation here drove her to be more paranoid. How it drove her to the point of visiting her dead son's grave, and how she met Diamant there. And how, finally, Macabre could feel deep inside that she was newly pregnant, and that Jetta's brother was the father of this child.

Macabre was both elated and terrified about the opportunity to be a mother again. She wanted so desperately to care for a foal of her own, but after what had transpired between her and Dexter, and the untimely death of Shiraz, she couldn't shake these feelings of dread that she was not good enough to be a mother.

Macabre was spiraling. But finally, Jetta stopped and the smaller mare was able to turn her attention back onto Jetta now, and at least not focus so much about the thoughts in her head. She braced herself for what was to come, the muscles in her small frame tightening in anticipation. What happened next, Macabre was woefully unprepared for. As Jetta reached out to her, she jumped in place, startled by the embrace at first, but she quickly settled into it. Macabre nickered warmly to her friend as she apologized, and finally, it felt as if the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders. "You're my best friend, too, Jetta." Macabre coughed out over the tears welling in her eyes, her voice breaking from the emotion that was consuming all of her. "I hope you know I am always here for you. Even in your darkest days, I will always be near by." She explained, bumping her friendly softly at her shoulder after their long embrace.

The mare breathed a long sigh of relief, cracking a weak but genuinely happy smile across her whiskered lips. "We both can do better, together. Especially now that we have new sisters to look out for." She smiles again, bobbing her head. "I've missed you, 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 | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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