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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

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Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

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Beloved
Cato
Cullen
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Octavius
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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
Posted on January 6, 2020 at 10:57:29 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."

The flaxen chestnut mare grazed quietly on a few tufts of hardy brush among the higher elevations of their mountain. She kept a sharp and watchful eye over the painted colt at her side, who was nearly as tall as she was these days. The leggy, handsome foal was growing into his own, and as such, he was much more confident on the treacherous, rocky paths that led up and down the mountain. But Macabre wouldn't be Macabre if she still didn't worry. So she watched and she nipped - when needed.

Wasp had told her that Cullen had come for so many. Metre and then Božena. Macabre could feel herself slinking inward at the thought. But she knew both mares were capable of taking care of themselves, especially Božena. The large, dark mare was the one she'd entrusted with Wasp's care, after all. And Božena had not let her down.

So when she catches a familiar whiff in the passing, brisk breeze, Macabre lifts her head from the sparse foliage and focuses her marbled eyes down the path in the distance. One chestnut ear lobe flicks forward and then the other, at the sound of hoof against hard rock. And then the great Božena comes into view, her dark-as-night coat recently painted in new blemishes. Macabre stands stricken for a moment longer, her muscles bunching with anticipation under her coat before she fires off a loud whinny for her friend. A smile finds it way over her whiskered lips.

Macabre nudges her son forward down the trail to meet her friend, and the worry she had for Bacardi quickly shifts to Božena upon seeing the weary expression on her face. "My, is it good to see you." She says softly with an eager bob of her head. "You fought your way out, didn't you?"

What a wonderful chance of fate, for Božena to return here and now, just when they needed her. Macabre had so much to tell her, and so much to ask of her, that she could feel all the words pressing up against the back of her teeth inside her mouth. But she held them back, for now, as she studied Božena's stoic but melancholy expression. "Are you okay?" She finally asks, her gaze shifting to the boulders around them as she searches for Wasp.




"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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