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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
Posted on December 10, 2019 at 11:00:05 PM by Macabre




"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."

Ever since Macabre returned to the Peak, she'd been quite busy. There were so many new mares to meet, so many to learn their talents and to assign roles for the battles to come. But Macabre tried her best to still make time for her family, with her children, Bacardi and Wasp, and with Cherish and Clarity. Macabre had come to regard Cherish as family, over the course of their long journey together. The painted mare had become her closest confidant. They were together always, even after all this time. And so, the flaxen chestnut mare worried about her and how she would adjust to life in the Peak. Macabre had uprooted the poor mare so many times, but this was the home she hoped Cherish would see as her last. There was no more moving around.

So when Cherish came to her this day, her face full of worry, it spread to Macabre too. She could tell something was wrong. The petite mare nickers gently to her friend when she reaches for her. And her ear lobes prick forward at attention. Her marbled eyes search her friends as she asks for to tag along on a trip. The timing couldn't be worse. They'd just return home and Macabre was worried about leaving Bacardi behind. There was so much work to do.

But she could see that this was important to Cherish. "Okay." She says warmly, returning the nudge with a bump of her muzzle to Cherish's neck. "Where to?"




"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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