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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
Posted on March 23, 2023 at 04:59:41 AM by FILUMENA



Don’t do this.

It took everything to remind herself not to lift her front hoof and slam it into the ground in front of her. Only the tender ache (that was starting to spread the more she kept her weight down on it) kept her from doing so. Filumena’s red tail slashed a little harder, a little faster in both directions against her spotted hind which was still dark with a mixture of dried sweat and the dust and dead summer grass they’d kicked up with their hooves when they’d fought.

You are coming to the Badlands, one way or another Filumena. You said you would, and now you will…

She blew an angry, loud snort at him for those words, but felt a small bubble of panic rise up inside her chest, which only served to enrage her further. Filumena’s ears flipped back. They were far down the hills and incline of the mountains her home was named for, likely too far from anyone that might catch what was happening here. She was far too injured to out-fight or out-run him; in that regard, he was right. The wound to her pride and the feeling of helplessness were doing her no favors. If he really wanted to push matters, Filumena couldn’t see how she’d get out of it.

“This is really how you want me there?” She asked instead, voice tight and warm with the temper coursing through her before it clicked in her head and she gave a quick, unamused laugh. “Wait, you don’t care how you get me there or if I actually want to be there… you…” When she was young her mother had reiterated over and over that one of the most important aspects of the Peak was to fight for those who could not fight for themselves; fight for the ones who were forced into situations they didn’t want to be in. Filumena had never once considered herself being the one needing to be saved from a twist of fate. She was the hero, never the distressed damsel.

“There are so many other little herd-minded mares that’d go weak-kneed for your pretty face and your charm, but I’m not one of them. You’re wasting your time with me Raegar, and you’re really starting to piss me off now.” Filumena ignored the stab of something unpleasant at the thought of some mare giggling at Raegar’s charming good looks and putting herself up against him. It must be nausea - not jealousy or longing - like the thought of it was just making her sick.


FILUMENA
tyr x oswin | of the peak



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