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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
Gόneşlenmek
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.
Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on August 4, 2017 at 03:17:57 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."

The small mare sits quietly, her body relaxed and breathing even. Just her ears gave away her slight paranoia. They were pricked at attention, swiveling forward and back at the sounds of the small forest all around her. She could hear the distant bellows of thunder several miles away off the shore. But when her nostrils flared in search of the humid scent of rain, she did not find it, nor did she anticipate it to head toward the Peak. Macabre breathes a sight of relief, and shifts gently in the moist soil and leaf litter the stretch her legs. She's startled only moments later, however, as the encroaching sounds of another beast crunches upon dried twigs and pushes through the branches that surround her.

She panics, rolling onto one side of her barrel in order to shoot her legs out from underneath her, and awkwardly struggles to stand. By the time she's on all fours, a strange stallion is standing in front of her. She squeals defensively, loud enough to hopefully alert the other mares from the herd. It seems the painted stallion too, was startled by her appearance. He's quick to apologize. But Macabre's rigid stance doesn't let up. Her nostrils are flaring as she tries to catch the breathe she lost during the exertion to stand. "Quite all right." She manages to huff, though her eyes say the contrary. They're wide and full of concern.

Macabre flicks her tail quickly over her haunches. Half her body is covered in dirt and dried leaves. But she doesn't bother to give her coat a shake. "Orkaan, do the leaders of the Peak know of your intent to visit today?" She asks somewhat sternly, cocking her small head to one side as she gauges his reaction to her direct question. "I can escort you to see our Prime Minister."

The mare allows her gaze to drift to her surroundings. It appears none of her sisters heard her sad attempt at a call for help. But thus far, the stallion did not appear to be aggressive. She tried to lighten up a little. "Forgive me. My name is Macabre. Welcome to the Peak." She says sheepishly, offering the stud a short-lived grin. "Unfortunately I have not heard of Sterkte. But there are many here with deep roots in the Peak. Perhaps they will know better than I."





"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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