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.

she played the fiddle in an Irish band; open/foals

three months. flaxen & chestnut. colt & filly
the lost twins of the peak


A light breeze rumbles over the peak, causing the colt to stir, blonde hair bobbing atop his head as it raises, earthen eyes taking in everything surrounding him. Gaze falls to his side, where his twin sister slumbers. He cant help but smile down at her, eyes rove her body, satisfied that she was becoming healthier thanks to the women of the peak. He himself felt stronger, more solid, not as shaky or as skinny. And Madison, the got was returning to her storm cloud eyes, she was starting to smile more, although she still let Marcelo do most (or rather, all) of the talking. Marcelo thinks how good of influence the mares here could be on her, to make her intro a strong, young mare one day. Who knows, maybe she would be able to stay here forever. Though, sadly, he knows his days here are most likely numbered, having been born a male. He doesn't know where he will go when he is grown. Marcelo doesn't know of the existence of the Lagoon, and if he did? Well, it just didn't seem like his type of scene.

Madison stirs beside him, as if sensing her brother’s umber pools looking down at her. She raises her head painted of crimson and looks at him with icy blue eyes. A smile slides over Marcelo’s face as he nudges her shoulder before ascending into a rising position. “Let’s go play with some of the other foals,” he says to her, voice holding more brightness and a juvenile eagerness than it had when they first arrived in the Peak. Madison folds her ears back for a moment in nervousness and contemplation. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about venturing away from the little nest of ferns beside a large boulder, their little home that the twins had created. She was still just a little too shy. “I’ll do all the talking, I just want you with me,” he says and nuzzles his sister’s cheek softly.

Finally, his twin agrees and the flaxen boy leads the way to a more common area of the Peak, heart beating wildly in his chest, pumping adventure into his veins as earth gaze attempts to find some form of playmate within their now home.


x-marcelo & madison-x



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