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• 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.
smell the blossoms through the snow
Posted on September 6, 2017 at 02:47:05 PM by JETTA



JETTA


It was still a while before dawn - the sky was only just beginning to lighten to a deep lavender-grey - but Jetta was already awake. She had been awake for some time, and for good reason.

“You can do it,” she encouraged the tiny foal beside her, her voice still croaky from sleep. They were perched on the edge of the mountaintop, and before them a long, uneven slope rolled down toward the forested foothills below. Jetta had made the journey many times, so she knew the safest routes, and thankfully any ice was long gone. The journey was safe, otherwise she would not have risked the climb up in the first place. But of course, her son did not know any better. He had only just found his legs, after all.

It was still difficult to make out his features in the dim light, but she could already tell he was beautiful. He had her black mane and tail, her blue eyes, and her white markings, though his markings were much bolder than hers, with his entire head white as well as all four legs, belly, and even the lower part of his neck and chest. The pale, jagged shapes contrasted starkly against the brilliant gold of his body, making it look as though he had been wading through snow.

Wade, Jetta thought to herself, and tucked the idea away for later. She was still not set on a name for her firstborn child, mostly due to the fact that he’d not come out looking as she’d anticipated. Back before she had conceived him, she had dreamed of giving birth to a pure white colt on top of the mountain. She had achieved two of the three, but with him lacking the appearance of the child in her vision, she was back at square one when it came to a name.

She was also slightly troubled that her dream had not come true as her others had, but she would not dwell on that right now.

It took some time, a great deal of patience, and frequent nursing breaks, but she and her son eventually found the base of the mountain. By then the sun had begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow onto their weary bodies, and the colt was obviously lagging - his head hung low and his big floppy ears dropped to the sides. Jetta pulled him close and tousled his forelock with her lips. “You’ve done so well,” she crooned. “Just a little farther; Momma needs a drink.”

She led the way through the trees slowly, following the sound of a nearby stream. Before they could reach it, however, something red peeking through the trees caught Jetta’s eye, and she paused to get a better look. At first, given how low to the ground it was, she thought it might be some type of unusual boulder, but before long she realized it was moving with the soft undulations of breath. Had she stumbled upon her dear friend Macabre, deep in sleep?

With her son close behind, Jetta changed course to investigate. When her eyes had picked apart the russet mass reveal not one body, but two smaller ones, she froze with a sharp intake of breath. The twins were stick thin and unkempt: clearly abandoned. To make matters worse, one of them was the spitting image of Macabre, who Jetta knew had been due to give birth around this time. Surely she could not have done the unthinkable? After all she had been through in losing her first child?

Jetta’s mind raced to make sense of the situation, while beside her her own foal pricked his ears and snuffed the air curiously. He lost interest quickly, however, and poked his cold little nose under her flank to nurse. He was interrupted when she stepped forward, closer to the sleeping twins.

“Hello?” Jetta called softly, her head low to the ground so that she would not appear threatening when their eyes opened. Dread coursed through her. She had always been an optimist, but all the signs were pointing toward an unpleasant truth.


FRIESIAN MUTT; 16’1HH; BAY SPLASH; SEVEN

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ooc: your post was so lovely! it hit me right in the feels D:

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