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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. |
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Posted on August 2, 2020 at 07:48:11 PM by Mjöllnir
~ i was born with invisible wings: He stands idle at the edge of a sheer stony cliff. His hooves just mere inches from abyss - one wrong move and to Valhalla he would go. He closes his icy blue eyes as a rush of wind whips through his gnotted silver mane. It bring with her, the pungent scent from the valley's below and the fresh pine that invigorates his senses. His eyes pop open and his breath is caught on his lips; energy courses through his veins. He pivots from his vantage point and clammers across the stones with the loud clop of his hooves. As his hooves meet the soil and grasses beyond, he pushes himself into a lope and lets his legs take them where they please. He rockets past the Peak warriors and even causes a few to look up with a scorn as he blasts past them. But this does not slow him. They are crabby because of the Lagoonies have over stayed their welcome. A smirk tugs at his lips. Móðir loves the irony of them having to stay here. And so does he. He does not slow until he enters his favorite clearing and thats when he sees her. Hazel! An excited nicker leaves his lips as he rushes toward her. He bunches up his hindquarters and slides to a halt near to her, his eyes flash with excitement at seeing his friend. "Hazel!" he grins and then reaches his pink whiskered lips towards her silvery mane, grabs a few tendrils and playfully tugs at her mane. "What do you want to do today?" he asks as he drops her mane from his lips. He grows board of the Peak and secretly hopes that she will want to explore the crossing with him. Son of the Peak |
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