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The GeneralMarceline |
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The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Güneşlenmek 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 January 28, 2020 at 09:13:22 PM by Ivar
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where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
He can still taste her on his lips, her honey sweet scent lingers in his nostrils, and the feel of her body hitting the earth still sends chills down his spine. At-least that seems to of curbed the hunger that boils beneath the surface. Steadily, one hoof in front of the other, he climbs the rocky slopes of the monolith. He has been honing his skills, strengthing his muscles, and conditioning his lungs with daily trips to the valley floor. It takes skills to traverse the perilous rocky slopes. He can feel the muscles beneath his inky hide grow and strengthen. He now can climb without feeling breathless, nor feel the screaming of exhausted muscles. A smirk touches his lips. Where one man would of felt defeated and let himself become fat and lazy, he has grown stronger. He stands idly at the edge of one of the many cliffs, his dark gaze focuses on the distant islands. A single ear flicks as the sound of approaching hooves reverberates off the face of the monolith that juts to his right. "It's her," Fenrir growls. A friendly nicker reaches his flicking ear. With a roll of his eyes and a snort from his nostrils, he turns to face her head on. You seem to be getting used to the elevation, she says with a swish of her tail. "What choice do I have?" he asks with a raise of his brow. His body has indeed grown strong with each passing day, week, and month that he spends in the Peak. "I survive, despite my circumstances," he says with a curt nod of his thick head. "What is it you want? he asks gruffly with a snap of his tail over his haunches. It seems the only time she has sought him out was to gloat, so of course he is suspicious of her intentions today. He knows he can not depend on anyone, besides himself. It has been proven to him, time and time again. If he wants out of the Peak, he will have to be the one to free himself. This is of course why he bides his time, when he meets Wasp in battle once again... he will be the victor. Translation:
brother to Björn & Lagertha
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Replies:
- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp February 5, 2020 at 05:38:55 PM
- wolf's teeth are near. - By Ivar February 20, 2020 at 03:14:41 AM
- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp March 22, 2020 at 06:23:15 PM
- wolf's teeth are near. - By Ivar February 20, 2020 at 03:14:41 AM