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Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c Tribulation	The Associates Azizi Atticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil	The Soldiers Kheldar Vaingard Rosto

The Trinkets None	Boss's Decree "For every brother you bring to our midst, you may keep a trinket all to yourself. She will not be sullied or traded, unless you deem otherwise. But should you bring a mare here without a new brother first, then I will consider her property of the Lagoon as a whole and do with her as I see fit." - Garmr	The Offspring None
Rules � The Lagoon is where homeless stallions come to live as a brotherhood. Mares may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. � Soldiers keep mainly to fighting, Thieves keep mainly to raiding, and Associates may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Marauder or Boss for permission. � All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Boss maintains order within the Lagoon 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 Lagoon works on the Rules page. � Upon election, the Boss can issue a rule for members to follow during their tenure. It is up to leadership to enforce.

we only bleed when we�re alive
Posted on October 8, 2014 at 03:43:36 PM by ROOK

ROOK

The stink: that was what he remembered the most. The reek of musk and mud and sweat and shit was the constant companion to the lagoon, and one he had not missed when he'd left the place. Now, venturing back into its borders on a whim, he found that the odor was even more offensive than he had remembered, without the floral perfume of summertime to mask it.

He had not intended on returning. Yet here he was, and he could not seem to stop his hooves from carrying him further and further into his old home.

The burrs in his mane tickled his neck with each swing of his long stride, and his breath swirled upwards from his nostrils in delicate tendrils of condensation. Rook kept mainly to the old paths he'd travelled: the ones that snaked through the thicket of trees around the lagoon's edge. This time of year, the foliage was largely naked, and so it was without difficulty that he could see the tide was in, meaning he could not cut across the beach without swimming in the freezing water. Not that he had intended on doing so. As ever, Rook meant to keep to himself, and that meant keeping himself out of the public eye. At least there was no snow; the crunch of the wintertime substance would have been certain to draw unwanted attention.

He was just beginning to wonder if his nostalgic return had something to do with the unexpected reunion he'd had with his parents some weeks before when a glint of gold up ahead, out in the open on higher (and muddier) ground, caught his good eye. Instinctively he stopped in place and stared through the trees at the figure. He did not forget the women he mated with (most of the time), and he had not forgotten this one either. What is she doing here?

Frowning, he picked his way onwards and upwards, through the thicket and out into the open towards the palomino mare. Yet again, his feet had done his deciding for him. Normally his interest in women was limited to breeding season only.

"Well, well," he growled in a low voice as he strolled up to the much-smaller mare, hooves squelching in the cold mud. He looked down his nose at her with his head slightly angled so that he could regard her with his dark seeing eye, and took in the details of her face that he had been too busy to notice when they'd first met. In this lighting, she reminded him a little of Cersei: another mare he'd had some fun with some years before, right here in the lagoon.

"You lost or something? No other reason any mare in her right mind would come here." He did not smile, but on his dark lips there was the sort of tension that suggested he was suppressing a smirk.

FRIESIAN; Ee aa; 16�3; TEN; LEFT EYE BLIND

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules