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Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

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Marceline

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Naydra
Titan

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Ararat
Axelle
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Nashira
Serenity

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Kaeja
Lysimache
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Beloved
Cato
Cullen
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The Offspring

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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 [ALL IN>]
Posted on November 26, 2019 at 06:00:20 PM by Macabre & Wasp




"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."

She stood at the edge of the shoreline, the cool waters lapping gently at her ankles. For a second, Macabre felt the familiar pang of dread attempting to tighten her throat. For so long, the ocean terrified her. The fear would bring her to her knees. She still had nightmares about drowning, of The Reaper forcing her head under the waves and her body tumbling deeper and deeper until the tightness in her chest became unbearable. But she wasn't afraid now.

The Codebreaker of the Peak bid farewell to Persephone, a friend she knew she never could forget. She bobbed her head confidently to Cherish and Clarity who stood at one side. And the flaxen chestnut mare smiled sweetly to the paint colt at her other, and nudged him gently into the rolling surf. Finally she turned her dark, marbled eyes to her daughter, who stood knee-deep in the sea already, ready to lead their small band back to the Crossing Isle. So much time had passed since Macabre was stolen away from her home by Cullen himself. But her heart ached to return.

So they set out.

Macabre wasn't sure what to expect once they arrived. She followed her daughter's lead down the familiar forested path, until it opened up to the sloping valley at the base of their mountain. Macabre's eyes were wide with wonderment - the terrain was just how she left it. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the crisp alpine air. She exhaled slowly and caught her daughter's gaze again, and smiled. "We're home, Bacardi." She said softly, nudging the colt on the rump. It would take a few weeks for his spindly legs to acclimate to the rocky terrain, so Macabre imagined they'd be staying in the valley for a few days.

"There are some others still here." Wasp told her mother, her amber eyes pointing upward to the steep inclines above. "More than you think." She said with the flick of her thick, dark tail. "They need your leadership. We. We need it." She corrected herself.

Macabre's marbled gaze followed her daughter's, and she swallowed hard. War was upon them - all of them. The Peak would not be spared. While Rougaru and Warsaw went after Persephone and her allies, she was sure that Cullen would be coming for the Peak, too. "We must gather everyone." She said with a curt nod. Wasp nickered in response and trotted off toward the trail that lead up the mountain.

It was time for the Peak to rise again.




"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




ooc: All Peak members welcome!


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