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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

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 15, 2018 at 03:32:02 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."

The stars were still bright in the sky overhead, but across the horizon, the sun was beginning to fade the violet shade of night into a more brilliant, light pink and blue. Daybreak was coming. As such, Macabre made her way down the rocky mountain path carefully, and into the valley where the herd still slept. Just as her hooves reached flat, moist earth, she spied Oswin's light-colored frame in the dawn light, also returning to the herd. Macabre's brown nostrils flared, finding the familiar, haunting scent of Cullen on her hide. Despite looking worn and bruised, Oswin had an electric grin across her face. She looked bright and alive. Macabre assumed she must have won in battle.

Immediately the petite, chestnut mare felt relief. Oswin had done her part this time. But there was a small tingle deep inside of her that still worried. Despite the satisfaction of knowing the Peak had beaten down this new Lagoon stallion not once, but twice, Macabre worried that this shady character would only be further enraged by his poor results. His appetite for revenge could be greater and more menacing. That means the Peak was still at risk, if not more so.

As Oswin approached, Macabre nickered warmly to her, offering the new Prime Minister a sheepish grin. But Oswin's words surprised her. Macabre's head shot high over her withers and her ear lobes flicked forward and back as she registered her message. "Oh Oswin, you can't be everywhere at once, and you can't protect all of us every time. I held my own." She said with a more wiry grin. Macabre was pleased with her ability to run the stallion off after all, despite the soreness that lingered from the altercation. "This Cullen... What do you know about him? I worry he'll be back. He seems young and cocky. Two dangerous attributes..."

Macabre didn't have to tell Oswin that with Jetta gone, the herd's numbers were low. Argento's leadership in the Lagoon had bode well for the Peak for some time, creating a sense of peace that now, no longer existed. "You should get some rest. But we should talk soon about big picture plans. It helps, I find, to have some protocols in place." That was what Macabre was good at, after all. "Perhaps we should talk about alliances too. I was hoping to extend the olive branch to others on my recent travels. There are quite a few mare-led territories out there these days. They could be helpful, one day." Macabre didn't want to talk out of place. It was Oswin who was in charge now, after all. So she merely flicked her tail nervously over her haunches and looked to her friend for guidance. OSwin must have known how close Macabre was to Jetta. This new relationship between Codebreaker and Prime Minister was bound to be a little different. "If there's anything else I can do to assist you, please let me know."





"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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