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The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

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Ashteroth

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Marceline

The Companions
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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 June 15, 2022 at 04:08:51 AM by oswald


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

“Hiya!”

The young one’s sudden voice startled Oswald and he jerked his boxy head up high on his neck, sniffing the air and finding more of the new colt’s scent. The sound of his hooves across the Peak ground told Oswald he was approaching so he dropped his head and reached out into the space in front of him to share a breath. Only, he stuck it out to the left of the colt and didn’t find a nose to bump into until -

“My name is Vadim.”

“Oh, I’m Oswald.” He introduced himself happily, turning his nose in to properly tap against the other colt’s and share a few breaths. Oswald’s half-grown, dark red tail flicked at his hind as he tucked his chin back. “You are from the Lagoon. I can smell it.” It was said with an excited, happy tone. Oswald had been thinking about the Lagoon a lot lately. He was considering living there for at least a year when he turned two, but he hadn’t yet made up his mind.

“Do you know Tyr?” He couldn’t help but blurt out. Surely the colt knew Tyr, seeing that he clearly lived in the Lagoon, but Oswald was too excited about the smell of his father that lingered on Vadim. “He’s my dad.”


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

image (c) pacificnoir@da



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