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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 February 9, 2015 at 08:03:07 PM by S H A MWARI
The smell. My nostrils flare, unsure if I should be curious or disgusted by it. It was damp and smells of wet earth. Winter is just beginning to pass and the earth underneath my hooves oozes with rich moisture. This place could not be more wildly different than the Prairie. To take my mind off the lingering insecurities and worries wafting around my brain, I focus my attention on Valentine. He's cool and collected, as always. His eye watchful of our wooded surroundings. I wonder if now's the time to thank him for everything, but for some reason, I can't bear to open my lips and say it. The seconds are fleeting. The time passes. When the first stallion appears in the distance, my red ear lobes flick forward at attention. Beyond that, I am motionless, waiting for Valentine, the obvious elder of us, to make nice. Our introductions are interrupted by another, a dark mass of a stallion looms in. I'm tempted to take several steps back but don't, knowing well that first impressions here are probably everlasting. My lobes flick back as he reaches out to nip what I could only assume was his companion. Puzzled, I look to Valentine for for some kind of response. Aren't they playing on the same team? "Aye. The Boy", I say with some snark, hazel eyes fixated on the dark stallion before me. 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
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- what a wicked game to play - By Fiero February 21, 2015 at 04:12:31 PM