I will fly on
The Lost Islands

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
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.

I will fly on scorched wings.





~ I will go to my own sun.
And if I am burned by its fire
I will fly on scorched wings.



"You are welcome here," Roisin softens and even a ghost of a smile touches her lips. "What are your names?"

"I am Vesna, and this here is my older brother Gavriel," she says with a nod toward her brother - who also nods his head in return. They had grown close -almost inseparable - during their capture. He had over and over again, defended both their mother and her against Darius. Her love and admiration for him had grown with each encounter, each day it strengthened their bond.

In this moment, Roisin turns her scrutinizing gaze upon Gavriel. "And your father? Who is he? she asks with a narrowing of her eyes. If Gavriel would of came before her gaze when he was younger her may of shrank beneath it but now, he stands firm, bravely. He draws a breath across his lips, and silently prays that his father is not an enemy of the Peak.

"Solomon," how he wants to put all the fancy titles before his father's name, but he knows these are things that would not impress the General. "is our father."

"I had hoped that Vesna would be safe here," his voice softened as he lowers his head. They had been unsafe for so long. Darius had insured that. He had reveled in their fear, it pleased him when they would cower before him and plead for him to stop. Here she would be protected by not only the fierce women of the Peak, but also by the mountain. Its sheer rock faces, steep winding trails, seemed to deter any from reaching its summit.

ROYAL CHILDREN OF SOLOMON & DACIANA
draft x - 17.0 hh - 2 & 5 years old -
Blue Roan Pintaloosa & Amber Champagne Pintaloosa
Solomon x Daciana

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