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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
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
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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.
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Posted on November 1, 2021 at 10:12:35 PM by jaws.

JAWS


Pulling herself from the Lagoon was so incredibly difficult, but it needed to be done. Jaws had words for the Peak mares. They’d get a piece of her mind. They’d quickly get a piece of her mind, and she’d slip back to the Lagoon before the boss even knew she’d left. That was her hope, at least. Jaws was setting out entirely on her own accord. A part of her worried that he’d be upset if he knew, but it was more clear as the days ticked by that there wasn’t much time left. Any stress? Any stress at all? Jaws worried deeply that it would shorten her time with her dad even further.

In her mind, the Peak was one of the largest sources of that stress. Jaws had been angry, inexplicably angry as she departed the Lagoon. A bat out of hell as she chased across the largest island, her head high, eyes bright and maybe a little wild. There were more feelings than she cared to admit, and all of them coursed under the surface. Still waters run deep, right? The depth of the feelings, the ferocity of them-- it was hard. Everything was hard, and she was doing her best here. Jaws lost herself in the steady beat of her own hooves, all four against the ground in time.

By the time she reached the Peak, she was sweaty and decidedly more calm. Still, she needed to level with the mares that lived here. Jaws would ask them, maybe more politely than her usual snark, to lay off her dad. Politics were something that she’d never cared for-- too many social rules, too many norms to keep track of. Jaws has too much fire in her for that. No, this wasn’t a politician's discussion. This was the request of a girl who loved her dad, and wanted to savor all the time she had left with him, with as little incident as possible. Squaring her posture, Jaws let go a call. She would wait at the grassy foothills of the Peak. They had to have seen her approach, and they had to send someone down, right?

mare. smoky black. 15.2.
rade’s daughter.
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