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.
my mind's like a deadly disease
Posted on August 25, 2017 at 10:15:40 PM by ORKAAN



After everything you’ve done, I can thank you for how strong I’ve become



After mentioning Jetta, the chestnut femme seemed considerably more welcoming. It made sense, he was a strange stallion in the heart of the home belonging to the longest standing all mare herd. A herd often at odds with the Bachelors in the lagoon and sometimes with rulers of other territories. Besides, with the most recent tensions he himself had regarded any he did not know with suspicion should they arrive in the inlet. Black auds flickered as he followed her, a rumbling chuckle filling his chest. ”It may not have changed much to the naked eye but it is a new world upon these islands.” So far from the place he’d left as a colt, and yet, it was still home.

It was strange, the way his black and white bodice instinctively remembered curves and turns of the mountain. How his hooves knew to pick his way carefully, his optics less useful than his limbs that recalled all the hours spent running about - sometimes away from Sterkte’s gaze and other times in a game with his dam. Such odd memories to think on and yet feel so little for his mother.

The arrival of the prime minister was not unwelcome, though he did marvel at her facade. Perhaps it was merely because he was a young stallion, drawn in solely by physical features of mares more often than not, as well as the fact that she too bore draft blood in her veins. Of course she had not introduced herself with her title, but her stride told him everything. This was a woman with power, someone whom he knew must hold an important position among the warriors of the Peak. Sterkte would have chided him endlessly if he had not realized that much at least. Yet, something had caught her off guard. Orkaan cocked his head to the side but held in the torrent of questions. Rather, he dipped his head and offered a kind smile of his own as Macabre introduced him. ”Indeed I am. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jetta.”

Briefly, his amber gaze held the prime minister’s blue one and then returned to attention as Macabre spoke again. ”Sterkte lived here on and off, though I did hope someone might have known her. I went between this place and the Arch with my grandmother Owdeht. If it’s not intruding, might I ask how you both came to be here at the Peak? I do love a good story.”


orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul



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