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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.
I don't want you to be afraid
Posted on April 29, 2022 at 06:36:02 AM by oswald


i got an hour or so, take my hand and let it go
call me up anytime, c'mon baby, cry

The shock in her voice was evident and, for Oswald, who needed to read so much of a situation in front of him with the senses he had, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the worry she seemed to suddenly develop. Rather than giggle at the misunderstanding and brush her off, however, Oswald went quiet. His boxy head dropped a little, sightless eyes still pointed toward her, as were his ears (which were still too large for him - he’d grow into them one day). A frown pulled his brow as she mentioned how difficult it was to meet others.

Oswald remembered another time when he was even smaller than he was now… his mother had been taking him to the Lagoon to meet his father, but they’d never made it. There’d been a sense of something in the air he didn’t quite understand - stress, worry, sadness, fear - but he’d known it was something quite serious.

“It’s okay Hollis,” he assured her. “My mom won’t make me leave the Peak, but if I want to…” he trailed off thoughtfully. The truth was that Oswald hadn’t thought of wanting to leave the Peak. His mother spoke often of making sure he had learned all the lessons he would need in order to live away from here but… Oswald loved the Peak. He loved the way the open air felt at the top, and the crisp, fresh scent the air carried. He liked the soft perfume of mares more than he’d likely ever care for the heavier musk of stallions. “Well, if I decide I want to, she wants to make sure I’m gonna be okay. Cause normally stallions aren’t s’posed to live here.” He snorted. “Of course, that’ll be a loooong time from now. I’m just a baby.” A grin followed that.

But Oswald hadn’t forgotten what she’d said about herself. “You know,” he started thoughtfully, with all the wisdom of a child, his head even tilting a little with thought, “It’s okay if you don’t meet a lot of other horses. You shouldn’t have to do things you aren’t comfortable doing.” Another echo of a lesson his mother had passed down, but said very firmly as though he knew it himself from experience.


the prime minister's son
tyr x oswin; sooty red roan splash, completely blind

image (c) pacificnoir@da



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