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The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions
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Naydra
Titan

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Ararat
Axelle
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Nashira
Serenity

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Lysimache
Starling

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Beloved
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PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"None." - Leader

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 21, 2020 at 10:14:23 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 Codebreaker of the Peak watches as Božena approaches with bubbily anticipation. She can't wipe the ear-to-ear grin from her maw as she recognizes the hint of familiarity in the large dark mare's eye. The flaxen chestnut mare watches warmly as Božena then approaches, greeting her with profound respect as always, with an admirable dip of her great head. Macabre couldn't contain herself. Instead of returning the nod with one of her own, she nickered warmly to her friend, and moved to press herself against Božena. Macabre first reached out with her muzzle, lightly dapping at the mare's shoulder before attempting to wrap her neck around her. The closest the shorter mare got was laying her neck against her side as her chin came to rest at the base of her withers.

She retreats then, knowing that the act of physical touch might have been too intrusive for a mare like Božena. But she isn't sorry for showing some affection. Božena kept Wasp safe when she couldn't.

"I am happy to have you back. We need you." The flaxen mare says, dipping her head to the colt at her side momentarily.

As she focuses back on the mare, she can see the exhaustion hanging from her features. She nickers to her again, this time concern laced in her tone. "You need to rest." She says bluntly, more insisting than stating an observation. "Then we have much to discuss." Macabre flicks her tail and begins to usher the colt down the trail Božena had just come up on. Before before she leaves the mare to find some shelter, she calls back to her with a whinny. "Thank you, Božena." She hollers back. "I asked you to protect my daughter, and you did. I am forever indebted to you for your service."





"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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