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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.

smell the blossoms through the snow
Posted on October 2, 2017 at 03:28:39 PM by JETTA

JETTA

Jetta�s eyes widened to see the colt so quickly on the defensive, so protective of the girl child that was exactly the same age as him. Evidently he had adorned the mantle of guardian in the absence of an adult figure, and perhaps this was what had allowed them to live. Jetta�s heart, still warm and soft from the birth of her son and full of maternal hormones, ached for them.

�Okay,� she spoke softly and slowly to reassure the colt, and came no closer to them. �I don�t mean any harm, I promise. My son and I were just going to find a stream for a drink.�

She looked back toward her firstborn, and found he had already given up on seeking her milk. He stood still and quiet, gently leaning against her flank, his sky-blue eyes drooping with exhaustion. He would need sleep soon - very soon. Jetta would not mind a nap either for that matter.

The mare turned back toward the skinny chestnut foals and appraised them carefully. �Where is your mother? Is everything all right?� It was perhaps a silly question - obviously they had been abandoned - but Jetta did not know what else to ask them. While she yearned to know if her suspicions were correct and Macabre was their dam, she did not think they - the colt especially - would take kindly to being posed with borderline invasive questions about their mother�s identity so soon.

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

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ooc: so so sorry for the wait!

Replies:

she played the fiddle in an Irish band - By x-marcelo & madison-x October 30, 2017 at 02:51:56 AM
- smell the blossoms through the snow - By JETTA November 28, 2017 at 07:48:35 PM
  - she played the fiddle in an Irish band - By x-marcelo & madison-x December 3, 2017 at 04:45:14 AM
    - [x] - By Jetta December 8, 2017 at 05:16:02 PM

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Peak

The Prime Minister

The Codebreaker

The General

The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

Rules