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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
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Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

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Beloved
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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 18, 2017 at 02:38:47 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."

It dawns on Macabre that she hadn't been in the sole company of a stallion since she lived in the Ridge with Vodnik. It was a peculiar revelation, a thought she tucked away and planned to revisit later. The draft ruler of the Ridge was never far from her thoughts, especially with the recent arrival of his daughter in the Peak. It was difficult for the mare to process the lingering feelings she had about Vodnik, and the life she led alongside him on Atlantis. He abandoned them without so much of an explanation or a good bye. One would think after her similar experiences with Dexter and Midas prior to him, Macabre would have been a little more guarded about such things. But Rowena's sudden appearance dredged up this misplaced feelings, which essentially was the only thing she had left that connected her to Vodnik. Whatever reminders she had of him and the Ridge would be forever only in her memories.

Macabre huffs a sigh and turns her attention back to the painted stallion standing before her. She offers the stud a genuine smile as he speaks about Jetta and then his own personal connection to the Peak. She wondered one day if the foal growing inside of her would return to this place, reciting pleasant memories of a gentile upbringing here. "Well, let me be the first to welcome you back." She says with a short nicker and bob of her head. "Can I show you around? Though I doubt much has changed since you were here last." The petite mare takes a few steps away from her quiet nest and moves through the brush, twigs snapping underneath her dull hooves and their finger-like branches crawling against the sides of her barrel. She emerges on the other side in a deep valley at the base of their summit. It was blanketed in deep snow from a recent storm.

But before they could embark further into the terrain, Macabre's ear lobes flick back at the sound of more snapping branches. She cranes her head around to see Jetta's heavy frame crushing the brush around her. The slightly concerned look on her face makes Macabre think her friend was answering her squeak of a call from earlier. The chestnut mare flashes a glare to Orkaan before looking to Jetta with a relaxed smile, trying to show that she was not in danger. But Jetta is quick to pepper him with questions, just as any good Prime Minister would.

"Good morning, Jetta. Yes, this is Orkaan. He is visiting today per your permission, he says." Macabre recites, hoping she isn't overreaching by introducing the stallion. After all, she was just a member of the Peak and held no authority here. It was a bit of an uncomfortable subject lately, one she hadn't addressed with her best friend just yet. She wasn't sure how to tell her about the disappointment she felt when her friend didn't initially support her quest to be elected Codebreaker. "Orkaan, this is Jetta, Prime Minister of the Peak." She says proudly, despite whatever uncomfortable feelings still brewed under the surface.

Macabre then took a short step back from the painted stallion, giving him some room if he wished to approach Jetta. "Orkaan was just telling me how he used to visit the Peak as a foal with his mother, Sterkte."





"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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