The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions

None None None

The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

The Warriors

Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"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.

Fight Back Your Demons(open)


The water was cool as it flowed around her dark hooves, moistening the feathers the whisped from her heels. It sank into her fur, disappearing into the black and darkening her single white sock. Her white nose lowered to the creek surface and she breathed in the scent of the mountain water, feeling the chill cool her, turning some of her fire to steam. Still her sapphire eyes were hard as the rocks crunching under her weight. She looked up into the mountains the birthed her. Shadows of the past whispered through her memory, solidifying in her sights with a sharp intake of breath. As pleased as she was to return to her old home, there would always be the hauntings of the dreams that had shattered around her with every heartbeat. Releasing the tension in a puff of air, she continued her trek back into the mountains of the Vulcans.

The trails were old and worn. Once upon a time she had them committed to memory. Now she walked them as a near stranger, though they still held the pull of familiarity. Her hoof falls where quiet. She was not sure if she wanted her presence known, she was less sure if she cared. More she wanted to walk through and see. What of her old home was the same, and what had changed. The faces of the cliffs still looked down at her with the same eyes. Their voices were different, however. It was clearly a new age and a new era. As she moved through the autumn breeze, her black body shining in the high sun, she wondered if it would bring about this magic she had heard others speak so highly of. A life of dreams and caring; comfort that would wrap itself around them in the cold of the winters. Or would the sun be shadowed by the clouds and the mountains and the snow fall coldly from the Peaks as it always had.

Adelheid’s attention was drawn once more to the summit of the mountains. The cliffs where Impa had watched over and protected them and others where fates had betrayed them. Her eyes narrowed once more, movements stopping. The breaking of innocence was a great injustice. Crushing it to a fine powder was even worse. Few would be held accountable for those crimes. She huffed once more and continued her lonesome journey, head still high and proud, as was her birthright, but ears low and flat against her skull.
AdelheidMare : Friesian Mutt : Black Splash : Inka&Valentine
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