Watching the stars fall...(RAID)

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.

Watching the stars fall...(RAID)
Posted on September 25, 2020 at 12:48:06 PM by Aranck

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The sun was slowly starting to set over the tall mountains just beyond the common lands of the Crossing. He had been on this island before, quietly watching how the island worked. He was well aware of the whispers of the stories of those mountains and as he approached, the reek of mares proved it true. As he stepped over what he was sure they felt was a line of safety, Aranck nearly gagged as the stench, or maybe it was just the idea, of the Peak hit him in the face. His lips peeled back against his teeth, muscles clenched until they hurt. This was no safe haven of freedom. This was a hunting ground.

A dappled steely shadow, he moved through the lowlands of the mountains. He did not know the habits of the women here, but he could only hope the more adventurous were in the higher cliffs, and those with children had decided to stay below. Eyes wide and soft nose flared, he followed whatever senses he could to find any who had wandered away from herd safety. At last he found a fresher scent of a mare and tracked it through the trees, their shadows swallowing him as night usually did.

His eyes gleamed when at last he found the two mares. A low rumble rolled through his chest. One was clearly ancient but the other seemed prime. His mouth watered.

He was tired of playing it safe, he was tired of wearing the mask of diplomacy. Before him stood two bodies he wanted to taste. Leaping forward, he struck blindly out at both of them with his hooves to startle them like the deer they were. His teeth snaked forward after. Gentle nips were not something he knew, had he fangs his bites would have torn flesh. His voice was silent, but deep in the wells of his being, his laughter was maniacal as his driving attacks were relentless.

ARANCK

....far far from the sky.

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Ain't life just awful strange [BLOCK] - By Wasp September 25, 2020 at 02:04:28 PM

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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