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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 G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	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.

we could be strangers in the night
Posted on September 15, 2017 at 01:15:14 AM by zevulun

YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS DANGEROUS
and now i'm lost in us

�I had to come see you,� he burst out in an exhale of breath, seemingly unable to take the wide, happy smile from his mouth. Every inch of him tingled with the urge to step forward, breath the space between them, and brush his skin on hers. Even to nibble at her neck or brush her hair would satisfy him, he thought, but he firmly attempted to remain planted where he was. How could a mare be so beautiful? Her blue eyes seemed so bright against the white of her face, offset by the deep contrast of her dark hair. He was mesmerized by her.

Zevulun laughed in a breathless sort of way. �I just couldn�t get you out of my head since that day.� It was true. There had been many times he�d paused at the shoreline and looked over the waves lapping at the fine-pebble shore, wondering what Jetta of the Peak was doing and where she was. Like a record he�d played their intimacy over and over again in his head until his body was practically quivering with how badly he wished to see her once more.

�I wasn�t sure if you,� his eyes chased down toward the swell of her belly, �well, if we,� they reached back up to her gaze, �had conceived a child.� He had to know for sure, didn�t he? What sort of stallion would he be if he merely had a beautiful, blissful moment of ecstasy with a mare only to never see her again?

�But honestly,� he said with a knowing look, �I�d think up any excuse just to see you again.� A lopsided, playful grin painted its way over his mouth and mirth danced bright in the blue of his eyes.

stallion of the bay
nephilim x aubrey; cremello splash snowcap

image (c) pacificnoir@da

(ooc: i'm good for that!!)

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