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The Prime MinisterKhar'pern |
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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
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. |
Sciannath was grateful, in his struggle, to feel the warmth of the silver black filly at his side. In contrast to her dark coat, the young girl was bright and bold and warm. Through the brush of their skin, the strength and confidence that Claudya seemed to possess in boundless measures - though a lie she told them both - seeped into the blue colt, buoying him. Ignoring the burning pinch of his laboring lungs, the colt dug deep with his small hooves to lurch upwards and beyond the boundaries of the scree slope. And once beyond its slippery surface, the paths that Sciannath’s sibling chose were no greater a challenge than those found in the rolling hills below - as long as he remembered not to look down. Whenever he did, the little roan’s heart began to thunder again, and his tummy gave a strange lurch, as if trying to figure out how to escape being dragged along on this adventure. They were already so high up, and the top seemed hardly any closer than it had been before!
Of course, he mentioned nothing of his apprehensions to Claudya, who plunged onward with the reckless daring that was one of her most defining characteristics. Adelheid’s daughter had never known fear in quite the same way that Rade’s son had. She didn’t know what it was to be hungry or alone. She didn’t know what it was like to have brushed lips with death. But Sciannath did, and it had tempered the burgeoning life within him - the freedom and energy that longed to be expressed. In that way, having her to lead him into situations such as this one could be seen as a good thing. If Claudya had not existed to draw him out of the shadows of their safe little copse in the lowlands, Sciannath might have been content to hide there forever.
There were limits to his borrowed bravery, however. When they arrived at the crevasse with its overhanging bridge of rock, the red boy balked, planting his little hooves and squeezing his golden eyes shut tight. We can do this, Claudya whispered, to which Sciannath offered a silent shake of his head. At any moment he expected to feel the ledge crumble out from beneath him, sending them both toppling down and down and down. But after a few moments passed in this manner, he peeked out again through slitted eyelids, ready to clench them shut again at the slightest sign of danger.
Finally, like a condemned prisoner heading for the gallows, Sciannath began to shuffle forward. The steps he took were so small that it would require at least two of them to match one of his normal strides, but neither his gaze nor his steady progress faltered until he’d reached the other side. Only then did the colt stop, suddenly aware of the way that his legs felt like rubber, and his dusty skin trembled.