<font face='times' color='#fff'>diamond noose at your throat � marcy (cw for difficult birth)</font>

Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Clarity

The Companions
Ge�ersiz	None	None

The Thinkers Bubbles Chenoa	The Politicians Harmonie Hollis Versace	The Warriors Starling

The Trinkets Osmanthus	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE None	The Offspring Ryvar (Khyber 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.

diamond noose at your throat � marcy (cw for difficult birth)
Posted on February 2, 2025 at 07:03:12 PM by Versace

Timed for late spring, near her due date.

Exhausted, Versace laid trembling in the scrub grass. Her ears were still ringing from the force of her last scream. Dirt and grass remnants stuck fast to the maiden's skin, soaked with a thick layer of sweat. Her lungs burned, and the whole of her body ached with the crushing force of each wave of pain that swept through her.

The young Sister had long since broken her resolve not to cry. Tears, both fresh and drying, stained her cheeks and mingled with the salt of her sweat. She had cried out for her mother many times since it had first started. She'd begged for the pain to end. "Pleeeease," the girl sobbed, her teeth grinding together. "Just get out of me!"

A contraction overwhelmed her. Versace squeezed her eyes shut, her body pushing as nature demanded. Tan hooves struck outward into the dirt and scrub. The pressure increased in her body, forcing the girl to pant. A worm. That was what she'd called it. A worm that she must have ingested in the fall when she'd gone looking for her mother. The swamp, what a disgusting place. It was in the water; it must have been.

Nothing Marceline had said later was acceptable. There was no way it had anything to do with the stallion she had encountered there. Nothing to do with the gold-washed bag of bones who had caught her. A worm in the water. Just a worm. It had gotten too big in her gut and was forcing its way out. That was what she had told herself over and over again as her belly expanded. That was the extent of her denial and delusion.

The birthing pangs reached a fever pitch, and then something.. something left her, relieving the pressure. Versace's muscles went lax with relief over as the pangs started to finally ebb away. Still she laid there, her breathing slowly beginning to even out. It was over. The worm had been expelled. Shaking in the aftermath, Versace weakly raised her head to look at the figure standing over her. She didn't spare a glance for the wet thing wriggling out of view behind her.

Versace

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