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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Gόneşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (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. |
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Posted on March 23, 2018 at 02:35:26 PM by Macabre
 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 a far cry away from the meek, skittish young filly she had been when she washed up ashore on the Lost Islands those many years ago. For so long, she'd wandered by her lonesome, crippled by the unfortunate events that killed her family and dismantled her homeland. For too long, she sought someone to protect her, someone to make her problems go away. Because of this, the poor mare prolonged the anguish. She was too terrified to face the Reaper and as such, she just kept running from him. Into the arms of one stallion and then onto the next, spreading the dread and heartbreak that was her curse to bear onto everyone whom she grew close to. It was still difficult for Macabre to think of the faces of Dogun or Dexter without feeling guilty. Even Vodnik sometimes, stirred a sense of dread inside of her. Was she responsible for the great stallion's disappearance and his lonely death? She tried not to dwell on these things too much anymore. They were far beyond her control now, she reminded herself. The mare with the flaxen coat never envisioned herself staying permanently in a place like the Peak. All she had ever wanted was a family for herself. But clearly, she wasn't destined for that. After the death of her first born, Shiraz, and the failure to connect with the sire of her second, Wasp, Macabre was old and experienced enough to accept it for what it was. She was happy she had Wasp at all. Maybe she didn't need the territory and the herd and stallion, the fantasy that still lingered in her dreams, anymore. She had Jetta, and Oswin and Merte. They were as good and as loyal as anyone else's family, after all. Her muscles were still stiff and sore from where Cullen's hooves had landed tough blows against her shoulder and barrel. She walked with a subtle, lingering limp, but she didn't let these temporary ailments slow her down as she scaled the rocky paths, her ears laced in a bed of blonde mane against her poll. Standing up to Cullen had been terrifying, and an act she never thought she'd have to do herself. But as Codebreaker in the Peak, it was up to her in the absence of Oswin to protect those who chose to live here. So despite her fear, she stepped up. If when she turned the next corner, around the last cold, rough-edged boulder and the same stud was standing there, Macabre would be prepared to do it again. She came around the final bend at a lumbering two-beat gait. But her head was thrust high over her withers in surprise as she found the familiar golden frame of Midas standing where she had envisioned someone much more sinister. She halted abruptly a few feet away from him and let out an exasperating gasp. "Wow, Midas." She said, almost out of breathe, as the sides of her barrel heaved. The winds howled around them at this high altitude, swirling through Macabre's mane and battering against her thickening winter coat. "I thought you were... someone else." Her body immediately relaxed and she was silently so relieved to see him here, even if she was bewildered by it. "What are you doing here?" She asked, once she had finally regained some of her composure. 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." |
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