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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.
Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on September 17, 2017 at 04:10:02 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."

Macabre prickled with anxiety, her heart beating so fast in her chest that she could barely hear her friend speak over the deafening thuds that rung in her ears. For so long, Macabre daydreamed of Vodnik. He was as mysterious to her now as the day they first met -- the hulking stud coming across her in the brush after a torrential storm. She relived that memory, and the few others she had of him, almost on a daily basis. She didn't want to forget the small details about him -- the way his eye softened when he looked at her, or similarly at Rowena. The stern, stubborn and stony exterior that was basically his resting demeanor. The fierceness he showed when presented with any problem. At the time, Macabre was wary of him. She had been fearful of his size and his gruff nature. She was only just coming around to the feelings she had for him that were embedded so deeply in her when he disappeared. It left her feeling confused and numb in his wake.

So Rowena's words came as a shock to her system. The petite mare knew Vodnik cared for her, in his own way. He trusted her more than the others, and after all, he had named her his lead mare. For so long during the solemn period after Inka's death, Macabre daydreamed of what could have been with Vodnik in the Ridge, if he was in fact, still here. Even more recently when she learned she was pregnant, she wondered what it would have been like to carry the heavy-set stallion's seed. It made her just the slightest bit melancholy to know that she never would. And these dreams she had were only that, made up fantasies that would never come to fruition. Macabre didn't know how to mourn the death of this stallion. Their relationship and her feelings for him were vexing. But a part of her loved him deeply. She hoped he knew that at the end, too.

Macabre offered Rowena a sheepish grin after some time, tears welling in her bottom eyelids when her friend also begins to cry. She bobbed her head in acknowledgement at first, her jaws churning on nothing but air in an effort to release some of this nervous energy. "I loved him too, I think." She said absentmindedly, looking Rowena in the eyes now. Rowena had been so young when they were all together in the Ridge. She hoped that this didn't seem out of place for her to say now. "I'm grateful to have known him. And to have a piece of him with me now, in you, Rowena." She said, pressing her muzzle into her friend's shoulder and breathing in deeply.




"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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              • [x] - By Vinyl September 21, 2017 at 03:23:09 PM


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