The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Clarity

The Companions
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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.
all i ever wanted was the world
Posted on March 10, 2025 at 04:39:35 PM by Vogue

♛

An eyebrow would have raised at the younger mare's profuse apologies. Vogue watched the mare with a thin expression on her lips as the flaxen explained that she was overwhelmed, having just come to the Peak. Dark ears remained twisted back against the crest of her neck, listening for the boys up the slope. For all she knew, the flaxen girl really was knew to the Peak, the life of relative freedom from males.

Judging by the multitude of scars on the younger female, freedom would be a gift to her compared to wherever she'd come from. Vogue remembered mares like her from the lands of her birth. She'd been left unmarked as a princess, but one misstep would have meant retribution. Her tail lashed against white and black-stained hocks as she considered the punishment waiting for her there.

With that in mind, Vogue softens.. a little. The little flaxen girl hadn't earned her trust, not by a long shot, but she'd earned a modicum of goodwill. "I don't know how good of a friend I might be, Firefox. I just got here myself. I don't think I even qualify as a member here. Not yet anyway.." Again, the indecision she imagines rears its head. The tobiano's head turns slightly as the boys' squeals of play nag at her focus, torn between the red mare and the boys, as well as Khyber. Damn it all.

"I'm Vogue," she states with a huff. A back hoof stamps once impatiently. "Come on." The paint gestures up the mountain slope with a swing of her bay head. "You can walk with me for a time. I don't want the boys to get too far ahead."

VOGUE


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