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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 9, 2020 at 10:57:24 PM by I V A R
 "By gods I am tired of them," Fenrir groans beneath his breath. His yellow eyes flash and a growl rumbles in his jowls as he looks out at the Peak mares as they prance around. "They think they are so much better than us." "Quit your bellyaching Fenrir," Ivar growls in warning and his ears lay against the sinew and muscles of his neck. He has no interest in listening to Fenrir complain today. With a scoff Fenrir buries himself into the dark recesses of Ivar's mind and leaves him to his wallowing. Finally, a moment of silence. His cold dark eyes look out at the inhabitants of the Peak, ever since their capture he has kept to the highest mountain cliffs and caves. He only came down from his perch when he thirsts or hungers. The Peak women are not known for their excellent company, so he avoids each of them with a scowl and a warning snap of his teeth. But on this day he stands within the dense pine forest, his tail lazily slaps across his haunches. Today, he plots and calculates a way for them all to leave this place. The Peak women grow tired of their presence and this, he revels in. And it is time to return to their Lagoon. His dark eyes remain narrow and a permanent scowl contorts his dark whiskered lips. Icelandic - 8 years - 14.2 hh - Stallion - Smoky Black |
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