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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 G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	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.

~ defined by no man, you are your own story,
Posted on August 10, 2020 at 08:16:24 PM by I n n a y a t

~ defined by no man, you are your own story,

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Innayat raises her delicately dished head higher on her arched nape as she prances across the quaint clearing. Her hooves crunch the brittle grasses beneath a thin layer of snow. During the early morning hours snowflakes began to swirl and dance in the heavens eventually burying her favorite clearing beneath a sparkling blanket of snow. Her breath plumes from her flaring pink nostrils as an excited squeal emits from between her lips. She bucks and kicks in excitement and sprays snow from beneath her hooves as she flings her legs skyward. She bucks a few strides before she comes to a halt at the edge of clearing.

She has not seen her mother in some time and if she were honest it worries her. Her mother offers strength but not the love of a doting mother like she sees in the other Peak mothers. Somedays a single tendril of envy crawls into her heart and darkens her thoughts.

She pauses her playing and raises her head defiantly. She didn't need a mother. She could take care of herself. She snorts and turns from the clearings edge and strides towards where she knows the rest of the Peak inhabitants would be.

The boys voice breaks through the still morning air. She eyes him warily as he closes the distance between them. Her ears swivel atop her crown to stand erect within her wisps of ebony mane as he begins to speak.

�Why are your ears like that?�

She stomps her hoof into the snow and her nose wrinkles as she looks down her nose at him.

"Allah created me in his image," she snorts "Why are you so hairy?" Despite the cold of winter, she finds that she is not near has hairy as the boy who stands before her.

Daughter of a Peak Warrioress
Marwari Mutt | 6 mon | 15.0 | filly | Buckskin Rabicano Sabino

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Peak

The Prime Minister

The Codebreaker

The General

The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

Rules