The Lost Islands
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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.

kiss you with an uppercut



Things had not been going well for Filumena lately and now they were going even worse.

Having to concede a fight, to bend beneath the reckoning force of the painted boy, sat like acid on her tongue. Filumena’s eyes flashed indignantly, body damp and dark with sweat and blood. It hurt to put weight on her front left leg, so she held it somewhat haphazardly in the air, gingerly letting the tip of her worn hoof rest on the ground. It was the strange pop, the sharp pain that’d shot up clear into her armpit that’d made her cry out and admit she had been beaten. Filumena might’ve kept going despite the numerous other injuries she’d received from their scuffle. But it’d been the injury to her leg that’d brought everything to a grinding halt.

Her red ears flicked as he spoke, first forward and then back, not at all hiding her current mood about what had happened.

“Your… mom?” Her voice dryly asked and Filumena blinked, only then lifting her elegant, long, boldly-white striped face to fix him with a firmer look. The smile he wore tickled something in her memory, one of those small moments where she’d first had independent adventures of her own. The filly named Arsinoe and her brother…“Raegar?” She asked, surprise in her voice as the recognition clicked.

When they’d first crossed paths earlier there’d been a tickle of familiarity, but Filumena had been pent up and ready for a fight, so she hadn’t stopped to think too hard about it before initiating a fight with the boy she found sniffing around the Peak hills. Now that she had remembered it was all too obvious who he was…

“What- What are you talking about?” Irritation was still quite heavy in her tone and even more clearly in her yellow-brown eyes. She still hadn’t managed to put her full weight down on her front hoof… she was almost afraid she would feel that agonizing pain again. “What do you mean you’re going to keep me?”


FILUMENA
tyr x oswin | of the peak




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