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The Prime MinisterKhar'pern |
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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 Güneşlenmek 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 May 25, 2019 at 02:04:38 AM by Ruger
stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf
Almost there, Ruger had never thought he would love to hear those words so much. His ears were tilted back, lupine gaze fastened on each step he took while his nostrils flared to suck in each breath. A sheen of sweat had darkened the flesh along his neck and flank, making some of the long strands of mane stick there while the rest flopped with each harsh head bob as he climbed. No wonder the Peak mares were so strong, this was ridiculous! When they finally reached the top, Ruger didn’t know if he had ever felt so tired. He had faced many trials and tribulations in his life, but this was by far one of the most challenging ones. But when he turned on the bit of flat surface so he could look across the mountain side and the land that lay before, it was breath taking. Even more so than the climb. The stallion raised his head, ears perking forward as the crisp breeze that cut across the high rocky outcrop felt refreshing to his hot flesh. Ruger wasn’t sure a stallion like him could put words to what he felt seeing a view like this. The realization that so many didn’t get to see it and that he dared too. Finally, he looked away, casting his eyes over to Wasp. He offered a smirk to the filly before a chuckle escaped his lips. “Care to take me as your prisoner so that I can just stay here?” he asked, though knew that when (not if) the other mares found him, it would mark the end of his visit. |
Replies:
- Making love to a m e m o r y - By Macabre May 28, 2019 at 08:40:28 PM
- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp May 28, 2019 at 09:00:45 PM
- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger June 18, 2019 at 06:08:53 PM
- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp & Macabre July 2, 2019 at 04:17:37 PM
- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger June 18, 2019 at 06:08:53 PM
- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp May 28, 2019 at 09:00:45 PM
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