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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
Yıldırım

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




"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's jaws churn almost mechanically as she picks at what's left of the stiff reeds and yellowing grasses as autumn sets in at the Peak. Her blonde tail flicks nervously across her haunches, and every so often, the petite mare's head would snap up dramatically from the ground line. Her wide, marbled eyes would scan the terrain with a feverish fervor. Each time she'd look for Wasp in the distance, first. It was as if she just couldn't shake this creeping feeling that something was wrong. It grew more intense every day that the Peak hummed along so quietly. Every day they logged without Oswin only made Macabre squirm more.

Despite her on-edge, flighty nature, Macabre did not hear the intruder coming her way until it was too late. By the time his thundering hooves caused one ear lobe to flick back and then the other, followed by the swift crane in her neck to see who was coming at such great speed, Cullen was already upon her. The second her eyes met his she felt a sweeping lull in her gut. Her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. It was Macabre's worst fears being realized, and all at this terribly vulnerable time.

The lightly-painted stallion speaks but Macabre is still too stunned to really digest his words. She's trying to will her legs to move her out of harm's way, but the flaxen chestnut mare doesn't react fully until she feels the stallion's jaws pinch at the skin of her hind end. Macabre squeals in pain and lurches forward, swiveling instinctively to face her hind end to her aggressor. She kicks out once, then twice, in a series of crow-hops to try to give herself some space, but Cullen is relentless.

Macabre's head snaps back when she hears the bellowing call of her own daughter, Wasp, as the dark bay filly comes tearing toward them. "Wasp, no! Stay back!" She shrieks with all her might. But before she has time to move again, a flash of black mass is stepping hastily between her body and Cullen's. For a second, Macabre could have sworn it was Inka or Jetta, given the bravery and the size of the horse that so unabashedly stepped forward to meet Cullen. But upon further view, Macabre realizes it's Božena, a relatively new recruit to the Peak, and a sister Macabre did not know very well. Macabre remembers Oswin speaking of her excitedly, however, and specifically mentioning her gifted skills in battle.

Wasp is reaching the gaggle now, but stays out of striking distance. "Get the hell out of here!" She shrieks, launching her body into a rear with her legs flailing wildly. Macabre doesn't move to stand near her daughter. Instead she remains behind Božena, watching intently for Cullen to make his next move. "You heard them, Cullen." Macabre finally manages to say, her voice surprisingly bold and even. "You will not win."




"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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