<font face=times size=1 color=c9c4c2>How long can we cry for a life not willing?</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.

How long can we cry for a life not willing?
Posted on February 3, 2025 at 06:53:10 AM by Bubbles

Bubbles
mare | 15.2hhs | buckskin blanket | daughter of the sea

First it was a random stallion. Second it was the young daughter named Antionette. Third? It was Ashteroth. Blinking her eyes up to the Codebreaker, Bubbles let out a breath. There was something akin to admiration in her eyes. Bubbles didn't know everyone here in the Peak, but this mare? Bubbles hoped one day to be as strong as her.

Pulling herself away from Ashteroth, Bubbles looked to the stallion with her black tail twitching. Muscles tensed before a sigh escaped her lips. �This place is far from bland and I won't be leaving. Might be wise to return to the island in which you came.� She didn't entirely like the peak, but she lived here anyways. Licking her lips, the buckskin mare nodded her head before moving to stand a bit closer to Ashteroth, pulling strength from the larger equine.

For now she was safe, but her gaze took in the muted browns of this stallion. If he were anyone else she might think him sorta pretty, but with her past against stallions already, Bubbles felt no inkling of that. Bitterness, hatred� they ran her body in a vice like grip and seared against her like a hot branding iron. Not the best of feelings� but they were all she had.

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Peak

The Prime Minister

The Codebreaker

The General

The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

Rules