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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 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 May 28, 2019 at 08:40:28 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." Time seemingly came to a standstill. The seconds ticked away at an excruciatingly slow pace. As such, the Codebreaker of the Peak couldn't stand still. She'd scale up the mountain and back down again, her eyes peeled on the treeline that made up the border of the Peak's territory, willing her daughter to appear in the distance. The higher she went, the better the vantage point, or so it seemed. Her legs were beginning to ache from the nonstop climbing. Up and down, up and down. Several mares from the Peak herd had fled the terrain on Macabre's behalf. They were searching the common lands, from the Falls to the Meadow, for Macabre's daughter. Macabre stayed put, on the off chance that her filly would return home. Her heart ached in her chest with worry. What if she was in the lagoon, and now being held captive? What if a stallion whisked her away to another island? What if it was something worse? What if she was dead? The mother couldn't bear any of these thoughts, including the last and most awful. She didn't know if she could truly survive the death of another child. To add to her panic, her psyche piled on the painstaking grief of the memory of Shiraz, on top of it all. Macabre was just about to scale the boulders of the mountain again, to head back down into the grassy valley below when her emotions got the best of her. The sun was just beginning to rise, the orange glow, signaling a promise of a new day, bubbling through the dark horizon. Tears streamed from the mare's dark eyes and down her delicate, dished face. Primal, feral wails of deep sadness left her whiskered lips. Her legs shook, and her knees threatened to buckle as she began to succumb to the worst of her thoughts. Would she ever see her daughter again? Macabre then woke with a start. Her body lay in a crumbled pile on the same boulder. She had no idea how she'd gotten into this laying position, or when. But the sun was high in the sky now, approaching midday. Stricken and confused, she scrambled to her feet. Had her exhaustion finally gotten the best of her, and she'd passed out? She breathed in quickly, filling her lugs with shallow, nervous breaths. The mare squinted as she looked back down into the valley - there were no signs of her sisters, or anyone else. New scents reached her in the passing breeze, and Macabre froze. Wasp. She issued a shrill call for her daughter, and began to move hastily across the rocks in the direction it came from. Eventually she spied them, her daughter - looking no worse for wear - and a strange stallion, standing among the highest points of the peak. There was not enough room where they stood for three horses, but Macabre didn't care. She leaped and she teetered from rock to rock without a second guess as she clamored to reach her daughter. "Wasp! She called out as she grew closer. "Wasp!" When she finally managed to reach them, she edged by the stallion without a second look, pushing her shoulders into him to make room for the three of them. "Where have you been? Are you alright?" The words couldn't leave her lips fast enough. She hovered over her daughter, their bodies bouncing back and forth into one another in the cramped space. Once she'd determined there was no outwardly harm done to her daughter's body, the mare's face hardened, and she snaked her head around to face the painted stud with ears pinned and snapping jaws. "HOW DARE YOU!" 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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- 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
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