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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
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 March 8, 2018 at 05:25:23 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 was on edge. While the rest of the small herd slept at night, she paced. She climbed up and down the rocky mountainous paths, her mind still awhirl from the recent scuffle with a Lagoon stallion she'd never seen before. Shortly after she somehow managed to send him off, Oswin got wind of the situation and went after him again. This only added further to her anxiety. Her muscles still ached from where the stallion had managed to land hits on her, but she couldn't rest. The petite chestnut mare was wired. She was fearful for the future and wondered if the Lagoon leadership had changed hands. She missed Jetta. Would this have happened under her watch?

Wasp slept soundly not far from the other foals in the heap. But given Macabre's newfound responsibility of being a mother, she longed for some sort of stability here. The mare had full confidence in Oswin's ability to lead the Peak. But she didn't know if this place still felt like "home" anymore.

In an effort to calm her nerves and keep the images of that young stallion out of her mind, she returned to the memories she had of Jetta and Inka. She smiled, albeit briefly, as she remembered Inka on that day they met in the Crossing Isle. It was she, the large but incredibly kind, draft mare who had told her about this place. When Macabre eventually stumbled in a few days later, she had welcomed her with open arms. Jetta had been a blessing. Macabre was enamored with the filly from the day that she was born. She never had a friendship quite like what she had with her. Now that Jetta was gone, be it only temporarily, everything here felt out of place. Perhaps it was the final stone in a series cast that made Macabre rethink her priorities. Everything she did was for Wasp now. But Midas... Seeing the golden stallion again with Rowena, it left her feeling conflicted.

The Peak didn't feel safe now. Not with Cullen out for blood and captives. Silently Macabre wished that Vodnik was here to take care of her. And then she immediately felt ashamed for admitting her own weakness, if only to herself. The chestnut mare was indeed the Codebreaker of the Peak. She held a diplomatic leadership position here. It would do her best to remember that. Perhaps a meeting with Oswin was in order, soon. Maybe after the mare ever got some sleep.




"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




ooc: this is crap but...

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