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
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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.
say a prayer for me
Posted on July 5, 2023 at 00:45:07 AM by marceline



PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW AN ENEMY
could ever look this good
Marceline all but prances the whole way back to the Peak, high on a heady mix of adrenaline and victory. Even Güneşlenmek's visible disgust towards her does not dampen her mood, and any sidelong glare is met with a cocky smirk. He could sneer and seethe all he wanted, it would do little to alter the path he now found himself on. He had been forced to Marceline's side and if all went to plan, would soon be tied to her by blood. Though he may not yet by privy to the last part, all would come to light in due time.

He does not speak until they have begun their ascent up the mountain, Marceline trailing a few paces behind. She stops short as he turns and draws closer to her, crowding in against the lithe expanse of his chest. Though they are fairly equal in stature and he is slender as a stick, he still manages to gain some vertical height on her as he cranes his neck upward, staring down the narrow bridge of his nose at her. Amber-yellow eyes meet rich brown, his defiance mirrored in her own dark pupils. Part of her wants to guffaw at his absolute absurdity. Does he expect her to cower from him? To be intimidated into a sudden change of heart? Yet another part of her is impressed at his continued confidence, even now after having been bested by her twice. He is either a fool or the most self-confident stallion in existence, she concludes silently.

'I do not belong to you,' he insists, and Marceline actually does let out a low, dry chuckle at that. "You do now." She says pointedly, venomously, a mocking leer twisting her delicate features. She stomps down the urge to lash out at him as he turns, the dark cords of his tail whipping against her muzzle. Instead she follows him, albeit at a distance, both pursuing and pushing him further up the mountain, away from the wandering eyes of her Peak sisters. They will have time to admire her little trinket later.

"You may as well get used to the view and the company, I expect you'll be here for some time." Her eyes are alight as she speaks, drawing up close again. She is clearly delighting in his presence - and his misery. "Come, chérie, let me show you around while you tell me all about life on Salem." Marceline's voice drops to a purr at the end. She picks up her pace, trotting out of reach should he decide to retaliate with teeth rather than tongue.
♕

the once-was queen of the hills
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