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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringNone |
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. |
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Posted on January 5, 2015 at 10:41:29 PM by revelation
life's a fire... The black night surrounded him, wrapped him in a cloak of darkness. It hid most of him, all except his pure, snow-white hair. Forest green eyes were hidden almost all of the time by the overly-thick, uncontrollable mass that was his forelock. It was a mess to deal with, and most times he left it as it was, unruly and awful but it was whatever. He couldn’t change it nor, did he have the energy to even try. He wasn’t even sure why he had made his way back here after over ten years. Maybe it was that homing instinct he heard others speak of, but it didn’t make sense to him, he was not a migrating kind of mammal, so why did he have such an urge to come back? He had left when his parents had, but he had not gone with the two, he had taken his own path. Not that it had left up to much, still a lone bachelor, he had no mind to settle down with anyone. Not that there was a lucky enough wench to actually wrangle him. After all he was related to his grandfather, who, by all means was not a pleasant gent, and led Revelation to follow in the footsteps, except, no children. No, he had never let those foolish impulses take over his resolve. He didn’t know if he was determined to go his life without them, but for now, this aging man was no father to anyone, nor did he have plans to become one any time soon. The silver bay male moved easily, his muscular body moved through the trees, it was almost as if he still remembered this path from being through here as a child, crazy, right? Forest green eyes pierced through the night as he moved, almost as silent as the snakes that traveled through the long grasses. The rain was falling softly on this cold autumn night. It was getting rather close to being winter, the temperature was dropping rather steadily, bringing the whole islands closer to the brink of snow, that much faster. The imprints left behind by his hooves were slowly filling up with rain water, and his pristine white feathered feet were turning dark with mud. He didn’t know where he was headed in the long run. He moved slowly, his large stride eating up the ground beneath him quickly. He was headed in the direction of the lagoon, not because he found himself fitting in there more, he would just rather have a place where he was useful than be homeless. Made much more sense. At least until he found the place he wanted to fight for himself. Although truth be told, he had a place in mind, one that would always be home, it was just a matter of actually getting it for himself. That would be the fun part. Stopping just over the border, his large bulky frame stopping, ice white hair flew in front of his face, his hooves making large indents in the ground, his once white feathering was mucky, just plain dirty. Not that Revelation cared. No, he wasn’t a sissy boy, he couldn’t care less. ...but i'm just the flame
revelation * male * fifteen * sevnteen three * draft mutt silver bay * ikari x renai(caustic) * no screaming infants puppeteered by joey |
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