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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.

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Vadim’s breath came heavy, his hooves pounding into the ground. Ever since he had turned away from his father in the Lagoon, the young stallion had not stopped running. The scenery had changed drastically from the soft ground of his home, across the open grasslands of the Common and the Falls until the land swept up drastically towards the heavens. Scaling the mountain slowed the youth, taking what little breath he had left until he was practically collapsed upon a rock (somewhere halfway up the mountain) gasping for air the mountain didn’t seem to want to give.


Father had lost his mind! Sure, Vadim knew he had lost the election. But was that true cause to try and kill the new Boss? They both wore the same scent of the Lagoon, shared the same home, the same goal! Shaking his head, Vadim tried to understand what he could not. The violence that glittered in his sire’s eyes, the joy that seemed to undertone the rage. Could that had truly been the same stallion that had raised him to seek peace? The same stallion that had told him of the good he wanted him to do?


With his thoughts raging out of control, Vadim could hardly contain his emotions either. With mother gone, he had no idea who to turn to except….. Taking in a deep breath, the young stallion let out a beckoning call. It echoed off the Peak’s rocky scape in a haunting manner. Would she come? Vadim hoped with everything in him that she would.
html: reba | art: frost
stallion | draft x | Dunalino Pintaloosa | 18hh




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