I'm Drop Dead Cynical

Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Marceline

The Companions
None	None	None

The Thinkers Naydra Titan	The Politicians Ararat Axelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity	The Warriors Clarity Kaeja Lysimache Starling

The Trinkets Beloved Cato Cullen G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	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.

I'm Drop Dead Cynical
Posted on March 22, 2020 at 00:24:03 AM by Adelheid

Adelhied�s head snapped to the filly, ears flattened hard against the nape of her neck. Blue eyes blazed with rage as she heard the foal�s words in another�s voice. Taika�s voice rang in her ears, the disappointment of having her adventure taken away by an adult who might have known better. She looked hard at the foal, her body trembling to try to control the emotions that suddenly electrified her. Her white lips curled back in a snarl at the filly�s disrespectful snort in her direction. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her tongue while her nose flared. The filly raced away with her cousin before Adelheid could think of what kind of outcome she needed to administer. Instead, she followed to their mothers, ears plastered back with all she was learning from this surprising encounter.

She took a hard look at each of the four equines in front of her, trying to place them all into her memory without much confidence that she would succeed. They have only caused annoyance. the friesian growled bitterly. One hoof stomped and she contemplated what exactly she needed from them. I am Adelheid. Names were customary. I lived here years ago. Tell me�. What is it like in the Peak these days? If they could, her eyes narrowed even further into slits. When was the last time a Trinket was taken? Have the borders been secured from those who just �invite� themselves in here? Have the cats of the creveases been chased out to the point where foals can be felt unattended and unguarded?

AdelheidIt�s Your Illusion - A Fatal Contradiction

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Peak

The Prime Minister

The Codebreaker

The General

The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

Rules