The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Peyote

The General

Marko

The Companions

None Druna None

The Thieves

Jormungandr
Khyber
Kristjan
Síhtríc
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.

a dangerous game to play

Rogue


Rogue knew that something was wrong when her mother stiffened in the middle of a mutual grooming session, her teeth raking over her daughter's rump with enough force to make the filly flinch. "Ouch!" The roan girl cried, turning her head to glare reproachfully over her shoulder at the bay mare. "That hurt, Mother." But Fatale did not seem to hear her; she had turned toward the center of the Lagoon, a statue save the quivering of her nostrils. "Mother? Did you want me to do your tail now?" Rogue asked, her inky nose bumping the bay mare's hip. The gentle touch seemed to reanimate her dam, though it did not soften her expression as it had always done in the past.

Stay here, Fatale said, and then she was gone - melting into the shadows that surrounded them.

Rogue lingered in the thicket long enough to ascertain that her mother was gone before she turned in the opposite direction, her small body wriggling through the wall of briar with ease. She wouldn't go far, the filly justified to herself. She just wanted to see a little more of her new home. But once the tether of her captivity had been broken, there was no turning back. The girl was seduced by the scents and sights of the Lagoon, so different than the Falls where the majority of her life had been spent. With one last backward glance at her sanctuary, the filly flicked her tail rebelliously and trotted off through the trees.

The ground was soft and squelched noisily beneath her hooves. Rogue giggled at the sound and ran faster, struggling to lift her hooves against the pull of the mud. Carried away in her solitary play, the filly wound up on the Lagoon's beach, where the soft earth finally yielded to stone and sand. She had never seen a body of water so vast - it was like a second sky, and Rogue wondered if she would be able to walk across it as easily as the clouds did.

She couldn't, but splashing around in the sea turned out to be even more fun than squelching through the mud. Abandoning every care and caution as only a child was capable of, Rogue raced up and down the shore, shouting and squealing every time a wave caught her, and then wheeling around to run in the opposite direction.



filly .. weanling .. bay roan .. arab mix .. 15 hands wfg

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