The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS

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
Gόneşlenmek
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.
oh darling, do Oswin
Posted on June 19, 2022 at 05:43:49 PM by reef



oh darling,
do
She's done it. Just as she's told Zevulun she would, Reef has done it: visited each of the islands within the year. One thing she hasn't done is stay on any of them long enough to get a real feel for what each of them has to offer. Appetizer visits, all, and Reef hungry now for the main course.

She finds herself once more on the crossing, and here seems as fine a place as any to begin her meal. This is the biggest isle, the one least occupied by herds, and she spends no little time getting herself acquainted with the northern end it, thinking that it will be best to venture again to Tinuvel when the days are still hot and winter, if she must, in the south. Another reason she lingers here is because she knows herself, and if she is anywhere in Zevulun's proximity come fall she will be helpless against the natural urge of her body.

Reef is not prepared to be saddled with a foal. She's borne children before and knows what limitations pregnancy, and parenthood, places upon the body, and she won't risk it. She won't.

Not when there is still so much else to be experienced.

The blue roan finds herself at the base of the Peak she has skirted on more than one occasion. Her travels have granted her a greater tolerance for separation from the life and sounds of the ocean. Reef can, and will, spend days away from the reach of the tide, where the air smells not of salt but of earth and trees; where the wind blows through grass but carries no cool oceanspray; where the birds that wheel and cry overhead are the heavy hunters of forests and plains, marshkings and eagles unfamiliar with the rush of diving from sky to sea for a meal. She has come to tolerate these things, enjoy them, even, but her heart will always, always belong to her sea.

Reef is fresh from a swim, her coat damp and spiked with salt, as she steps from sunlight onto a forested path only a little wider than a deer trail that begins a switchback up the mountain face. Once, she wondered if it would be torturous to see the ocean from such heights, but she has stood on the cliffs of the Ridge and looked upon the massive sea and felt only elation. What euphoria, she wonders, awaits her on this summit?
reef


Replies:

Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->