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The Prime MinisterAshteroth |
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The CodebreakerBubbles |
The GeneralClarity |
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The ThinkersFate |
The PoliticiansAntoinetteCanine Harmonie Hollis Khar'pern Saphris Sitara Versace |
The WarriorsEmersonKarlach Ryvar Titan Vogue |
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The TrinketsOsmanthusWarg |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREENone |
The OffspringIslanzadí (Thranduil x Saphris)Remmirath (Warg x Saphris) |
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. |
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Posted on March 5, 2026 at 01:01:46 AM by Saphris
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'He'll be able to smell him all over me.' This thought haunts Saphris every mile it takes her to walk home to the Peak. The distance that Warg had been keeping from her, from all of them, had prickled the young mare to previously unknown degrees of irritation, degrees that felt more and more like anger the longer Saphris saw the champagne male subdue himself. It was the cost of his being here, a not so unwilling prisoner. Her prisoner. Her.. something.
The anger and the lack of a way to communicate it in a way that would make sense to him (cuz it sure as hell didn't make sense to her) had pushed the blue-hued paint from the boundaries of the Peak. That heightened emotion compounded with the silver-haired boy's silver tongue and had led to a hormone-driven.. excursion. Saphris hadn't meant for it to happen, but what kind of excuse was that?
Then again, she mused, seeing now that the glint of him is sliding down the slopes to her, he wasn't exactly acting like they were anything to begin with. They hadn't ever talked about it. He lingered. He enjoyed being there for Zadi; she could see it on his face every time the pale filly loped over to him. But nothing was ever said.
Guilt soured in her throat, pursing her lips as though tasting overripe fruit as he snaps at her. Blue eyes harden as he stands before her, tampering with the flame of his anger, muting himself. She was being irritational. Saphris bit the inside of her lower lip to keep from snapping at the champagne as he crowds in on her, checking her.. Gods, she knows he can smell him on her! Anxiety, guilt, and a hormone spike of anger bristles her at the touch of his lips, his whiskers over her skin. (It would hurt him, wouldn't it? That she'd been with another? Did she want it to? What a terrible thing to think.)
"I'm fine," Saphris snaps, the sensation of his touch overstimulating her to the point of brushing him off and stepping away.
The anger and the lack of a way to communicate it in a way that would make sense to him (cuz it sure as hell didn't make sense to her) had pushed the blue-hued paint from the boundaries of the Peak. That heightened emotion compounded with the silver-haired boy's silver tongue and had led to a hormone-driven.. excursion. Saphris hadn't meant for it to happen, but what kind of excuse was that?
Then again, she mused, seeing now that the glint of him is sliding down the slopes to her, he wasn't exactly acting like they were anything to begin with. They hadn't ever talked about it. He lingered. He enjoyed being there for Zadi; she could see it on his face every time the pale filly loped over to him. But nothing was ever said.
Guilt soured in her throat, pursing her lips as though tasting overripe fruit as he snaps at her. Blue eyes harden as he stands before her, tampering with the flame of his anger, muting himself. She was being irritational. Saphris bit the inside of her lower lip to keep from snapping at the champagne as he crowds in on her, checking her.. Gods, she knows he can smell him on her! Anxiety, guilt, and a hormone spike of anger bristles her at the touch of his lips, his whiskers over her skin. (It would hurt him, wouldn't it? That she'd been with another? Did she want it to? What a terrible thing to think.)
"I'm fine," Saphris snaps, the sensation of his touch overstimulating her to the point of brushing him off and stepping away.
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