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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 August 18, 2017 at 02:02:52 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 soft skin around Macabre's paper-thin nostrils flare with each passing breathe, the petite mare clearly winded by the journey from one boulder to another. But her eyes are wide and alert, and there's a spryness to her overall demeanor when she sees Rowena. It feels good to be here in the Peak surrounded by those she cared for the most, Jetta and Rowena. Even if this moment was merely temporary, Macabre was going to revel in it. The chestnut mare smiles sweetly to Rowena as she approaches, draping her muzzle gently down her friend's neck in greeting. She takes in Rowena's scent along the way, just another reminder of Vodnik and a chapter of her life that felt so long ago. But she smiles nonetheless, there was too much to look forward to in the future now, given her ever-growing belly, to wallow in what could have been. This pregnancy helped the mare make this monumental shift in her day-to-day thoughts. She tried to push her fear of the Reaper from her mind. She tried not to dwell on the misplaced feelings for those in her past - Dogun, Dexter, Midas, Vodnik, and even her sweet little Shiraz. She must think of the future if she was going to be able to care for this foal differently than she had for Shiraz. Nothing seemed more important to her these days.

"Well, thank you." Macabre said sheepishly in replying to Rowena's unexpected compliment. Thus far the pregnancy had been fairly easy on her. She was surprised by this. Shiraz had made her feel sick to her stomach for months, and nearly killed her upon delivery. "I guess I look a bit wider than when you saw me last." She says with the gentle bob of her head.

But before Macabre could go on to explain her pregnancy, which she realized wasn't at all physically visible when she saw Rowena last, (actually, Macabre wasn't even sure she was pregnant at the time) a more dire subject spirals out of her friends lips. Macabre can feel a chill run down the length of her spine when Rowena mentions Vodnik. Her pointed, copper-colored ears prick at attention. "This message. Did you come back to the islands just to deliver it to me?" She asked, cocking her small head to one side as she studied her friend. "I'm not sure what to say Rowena. But whatever it is, I want you to know that it won't change our friendship. And I do hope you consider staying for a while."

Macabre and Rowena hardly had the opportunity to talk during their brief meeting in the Ridge. But it was clear to Macabre during their short visit that Rowena was troubled. Macabre worried for the young mare. Something had happened since Vodnik left and she seemingly fled the islands. Macabre couldn't stifle the looming sense of dread that was building in her gut as she waited 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




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