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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 April 7, 2020 at 04:11:59 AM by bacardi
bacardi
surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light
“The Peak is much different than the Lagoon. I am not ruled by mares, I am guided by them. And once I decide what to do with my life, I will be free to do it.” Bacardi replied with certainty. But he does not take his eyes from the horizon and realizes the sun is getting lower. He gives the young mare a bit more time to rest before a heavy sigh escapes him. “I’ll take you home.” he said, before turning and leading the way back down the mountain.
Bacardi does not leave Nagini as they reached the base of the mountain near the falls. He walks with her the entire way, only stopping at the Lagoon’s edge. He peers into the shadows, his ears forward and his eyes curious. But he does not cross that invisible line and his nose wrinkles at the strong stench of stallion. “Safe travels, Nagini.” he said, turning his eyes so that his wolfish gaze could look at the filly. “Hopefully I will see you again.” he added with a smile.
two years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the peak.
"...speech"♢
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