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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Gόneşlenmek
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.
Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on November 28, 2017 at 05:22:49 PM by Macabre & Wasp




"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."

They were gone much longer than anticipated. When Rowena and Macabre set out from the Peak with Tinuvel in view, the petite chestnut mare was round with foal. Now she returned to the Crossing Isle two seasons too late with a filly that was hardly a filly anymore, with her long legs and stout stature, she teetered more on the side of a yearling.

Macabre's plans for her trip to Tinuvel did not go as planned, either. Their host in the Inlet, Orkaan, seemingly disappeared one night in a light snow storm to never return. His herd disbanded. And Macabre's fateful reunion with Diamant didn't live up to the expectations she had hoped for, either.

She saw no reason to linger in the Bay or the Inlet with winter fast approaching, so with Wasp at her side, the chestnut mare took to the dreaded surf again with a renewed interest to return to her rightful home in the Peak. Enough time had passed that Macabre rarely thought of the tension that lingered between her and her best friend, Jetta, before her departure. She knew that Jetta, too, would be a new mother when they returned to the Peak, and Macabre was impatient to get home to see her, and meet her new kin. Of course, the new mother in Macabre was thrilled at the opportunity to show off her own beautiful daughter, a strong and inquisitive young mare already. Macabre beamed with pride as she admired her daily.

But Macabre still worried for her friend, Rowena. Despite how grateful the small mare was for Rowena's friendship, she could see that Vodnik's daughter was sorely lost. Perhaps she was still grieving her father's death, but it was clear to Macabre at least that Rowena was unsure of her own path. This made Macabre want to keep her as close as possible, even if the Peak lifestyle wasn't the best choice for her. That decision was not Macabre's to make, even if she fretted over losing Rowena to the world she could not control. Nevertheless, she hoped the Peak would be a welcomed homecoming for her friend too, if only for now, at least.

As Macabre and Wasp walked briskly down the familiar forested paths that lead to the Peak, the young mother watched her daughter take in the sights for the first time with interest. Wasp's amber eyes were bright and alert as she studied the jutting mountain tops in the distance and the brittle grasses in the low lying valleys. "Wow, this place sure beats bitter Tinuvel." Macabre snorted with a short burst of laughter. Like her mother, it seemed Wasp wasn't too fond of the extreme cold. "So much to explore..." Wasp ambled on, urging her thick, athletic frame into a bouncy trot as the trail opened up to a valley at the base of the mountain. "Not too far, Wasp." Macabre called out after her, but a warm smile etched its way across her lips as the sun shown brightly over her home today. It felt wonderful to be back.

Before dropping her head to graze for a few moments, Macabre parted her lips and emitted a shrill whinny to her family here, alerting them that she was finally home.




"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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