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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
Gόneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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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.

the shadow of the hawk

Kestral

Every stone, and every leaf. Every beat of blood puling through his veins. It's all a work of art. The world in all its beautiful intricacies keeps Kestral inspired. Every day he is inspired to live life anew, and explore every gift that he's been given. He is trapped here on this mountain, but confinement is only a feeling, a feeling that has no power over a free mind. Kestral's imagination soars with Keen. He investigates every thicket and every cavern, each deer trail and rabbit hole on this mountain. There is so much to see in just this space and it is ever changing with the weather and the seasons. Each passing of the sun and moon change the old to create the new.

To be still upon the mountain too is a gift. If he can be still, he can listen to the whispers of the mother, and search every rabbit hole inside himself. His own mind is a kaleidoscope of colors. So many memories wait to be explored, and theories beg to be redrafted. Among the memories he visits often are ones of Rhadra. The dark mare that wonders upon the world just like he does has left him hungering for more of her company. It's rare for Kestral to crave the company of someone specific, but this mare has made an impression.

Kestral's ears prick forward conversationally as he listens. Mention of Keen only widens his smile further. "I would love to winter here with you, Rhadra. You are a welcome sight for sure." He admits, never ashamed of his own feelings.

"Keen is my guiding light. I'm glad she can be yours too." Keen and Kestral are two souls intertwined, destined to find each other in this life and the next. They are not always mates, but they are bonded companions, two halves of a whole. Regardless of their physical forms, they depend on one another.

"I am well. And you?" He asks, honestly wanting to know. Kestral doesn't small talk. He won't ask a question he isn't truly seeking and answer for. He meets the mare half way for an exchange of breath, breathing in the smell of her cheek as she does the same to his. What once was unfamiliar becomes familiar.

9 Years
Stallion
Hanoverian X
16.1 Hands
Ee aa nLp nPATN1 nPATN2
Sabrina


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