The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Clarity

The Companions

Geçersiz None None

The Thinkers

Bubbles
Chenoa

The Politicians

Harmonie
Hollis
Saphris
Versace
Vogue

The Warriors

Emerson
Ryvar
Starling

The Trinkets

Osmanthus

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

None

The Offspring

Karlach(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?

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



Lifting large dark hooves over a fallen log, a bulky draft built mare blinked eyes of blue slowly. Muscles rolled under scarred up skin as ears that were black rimmed slowly pin against a mane of long and thick dark strands. Her nostrils pinch faintly, showing discomfort as her battle beaten body trudges its way over the territory in which she lived. She had been hiding from the sisters, which was not uncommon for this buckskin mare. After her mother had run away due to her own words and her failed attempt to find another place to live, Bubbles returned to the territory she was raised in. The peak had been her home for the past two and a half years.


Licking her dark lips as she moved over the log, the bulky mare huffed faintly. Her long tail lashed out against her hips, hitting fresher wounds. The scent of the one to hurt her had long been washed off, but she still held the wounds. Rolling her eyes with that knowledge, Bubbles was about to head up the trail when she scented a new mare upon the one she would have to take. Narrowing her eyes, the buckskin huffed before her voice filled the air. “Are you blocking the path or am I able to come up it without having to push you off?” She was not a polite lot, but at least she wasn't overly aggressive this time around.




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