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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 February 20, 2020 at 03:14:41 AM by Ivar
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where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
Fenrir bristles. "She is up to something," he growls to Ivar. Ivar's dark eyes settle on the Peak woman as she settles down next to him, as if they were about to kickback and braid each other's hair. He is suspicious of her intent, and why is has even sought him out. He has been stuck in this damn place for months, and now she chooses to seek him out. She must be bored. He nods his skull and grunts, not saying a word to her first statement, but the second draws his dark gaze on her. Get back to the Lagoon. He raises a single brow, she knew and so did he, he will be leaving this place. And soon. "If there was any good to come from this... situation, it would be my strength," he nods and acknowledges her statement. Her next words cause his dark eyes to momentarily flicker with surprise. He shifts his weight uncomfortably. No one ever wonders how he is doing. No one. He turns his thick skull from her, he has been on his own for so long. And he is the only one who cares for him. "Damn't you idiot. What about me? Fenrir growls. "Lokašu žvķ," he whispers to Fenrir, his words barely audible. He swivels his thick skull to return his dark gaze on Wasp; his ears stand erect within his thick, tangled onyx mane. So where did you learn to fight like that? A smirk touches his dark lips as he considers spitting a none of damn business at her, but he pauses. He considers his options carefully, he would be returning to the Lagoon, and it would be in his best interest to insure that the Peak knew exactly what they were going to be up against. "Bręšralagiš," a brotherhood of warriors, born of ice and fire coursing through their veins. "In the Noršurland, my brothers and I were taken from our mothers at an early age. We were shaped and molded to be warriors, fighting is in our blood and death is a way of life," he pauses and lowers his thick skull his dark eyes bore into hers. "Only the brave are allowed to walk the halls of Valhalla," he says with a proud lift of his skull, he would join his brothers there. "Where do your skills hail from?" She is no shield maiden, but she is a formidable foe. Translation: Lokašu žvķ: shut it
brother to Björn & Lagertha
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ooc: that works for me!!
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- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp March 22, 2020 at 06:23:15 PM