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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.
turn men into beasts
Posted on March 21, 2022 at 07:42:18 PM by Tyr



There was just enough hesitation between his call, and Oswin’s returning one, that it gave Tyr a moment for doubt to twist in his gut. He had thought an understanding (and surely more) had come to settle between the Peak Prime Minister and himself. His weight shifted, muscles bunching and then relaxing, when he finally heard her call return. Tyr blew out a heavy breath, not realizing the tension that had its tight fist in his chest, only to feel it tighten again as he saw her descending down the path. Though he understood why she stood where she did, it did not stop Tyr from longing for the touch they had shared on this very mountain. To feel the warm press of her delicate body at his side, and the sweet scent of her mixed with the crisp of the mountain. Even if it did not lead to more things, the General was not without feeling lonely as well. Though he was not made to be a herd stallion, that did not make him enjoy being alone.


“I’ve waited patiently.” Tyr answered the mare, feeling as if he had given ample time for her to raise them enough to make the trip safely. Nothing in the Crossing could pose as much threat as the rigid and rocky trail the Peak had. Especially with the mother that would be escorting the child. Tyr didn’t even know if it was a son, or a daughter. What would happen, if it was a son? Though the Peak was not as strict as it once was, it was still meant to be a refuge for mares. A stallion could not stay forever, could they?


Tyr tried to shove away his thoughts, knowing his wits had to remain sharp here. He could practically feel the heated stares, and the dislike pelting his flesh, but the General ignored it. It was probably just his imagination anyways. “I would like to meet our child, Oswin.” the stallion said, his ears pushing forward to show his interest and that he hadn’t come for anything else.

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stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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