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
Fate

The Politicians

Harmonie
Hollis
Saphris
Versace

The Warriors

Emerson
Ryvar
Starling
Vogue

The Trinkets

Osmanthus
Warg

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

None

The Offspring

Islanzadí (Thranduil x Saphris)
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.

YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL, TRY HARDER block


Acid is quick, and he's brutal. The wind carried a scent, one that seemed to be moving away from them. Drawing his attention, and he honed in. Oh how honed in he is. A boy is a weapon is a knife, is a lance between the ribs. His call is sharp, a high whistle over the wind. Unsettling, but worse than that. Rising up over the Lagoon, Acid would love to do this with an audience. Tracking in a familiar direction-- of course he's familiar with the Peak. He'd been born there, though he'd hardly lasted long among them. Chasing after the woman, coursing like a hound after quarry. Ears pressed to his head and a wild look in his mismatched eyes, Acid's aura is all danger.

Hot on her heels, Acid's eyes narrow as they land on her. She's not alone. Someone stands behind her, one of the Peak's own, no doubt. Ah, he would get his audience-- delicious. The night wouldn't cloak them, not enough. Not enough to keep them safe. A wild look in his eye, Acid can't help himself. "Oh look, not just one silly bitch, but two. What a delightful surprise." Giving a dramatic flourish, Acid is bold as he crosses the border, moves to press into the space of both the escapee and her foal. Hell, he'd even put himself between them, if he found the angle.

Malice. Oh he's all malice, baby. Wild eye setting on the Peak mare, something near-insane on the surface. Brilliant. "Cute, thinking you can protect her." A sing-song in his voice, dark whimsy taking over.





3 years. mutt. dunalino overo. 15.0
psychedelic x bane




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