Lagoon |
||
The BossGarmr |
||
The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
|
|
|
||
The Companions |
||
| None | Druna | None |
|
|
||
The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
|
|
||
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. |
||
Posted on May 13, 2015 at 04:27:51 PM by S H A M WARI
I am avoiding Kasabian. And Felony, too, for that matter. We received our instructions to head to Salem, but I'm lingering, holing up between the trees and trying to buy myself some time. It's not like I'm scared of what could happen in Salem. I don't know what it is. Probably a lot of things. But I'm anxious. I've barely spent any time in the Lagoon at all and now I'm off to a new place I've never been. I would never admit it out loud, but I'm no good at swimming. My thick limbs flail in the water and my large joints create awkward and ungraceful faltering movements. I'm nervous about being alone with Kasabian. I know he's my brother. He doesn't know who I am. Nor the fact that mum is here on the islands. I'm thinking its best to keep that a secret, for now. But it feels so strange to do so. Alright, I'm worried. Worried about who I'll meet when I get to the Dunes and the Desert. Worried about if they'll chase me out. Worried that I'll give myself away and do exactly what Felony told me not to do. I have no clue what the hell I am doing. My vision falls to that of the hardened muck clinging to the frail hairs around my coronet band, just above where my fur ends and my hoof begins. This place couldn't feel any more foreign to me. Perhaps foolishly, I had hoped that there would be some sort of band of brothers mentality here. A pirate kind of a life, of fun and ruckus and ultimately friendship. But everyone here is much older than me, and bitter and angry. It feels more like what mum said every day when she was pleading with Valentine not to send me here. "It's for the bastard children and degenerates who have no place else to go." Should I blame her for this? Why isn't Valentine my father? A twig snapped. And then another. My red ears swivel forward at attention, hazel eyes wide as I scan between the barren trees around me. A light fog had settled over the earth, the humidity still strong here even in the dead of winter. In its shadows, the form of a young stallion appears. My own nostrils flare as I take in his scent. This fellow had never stepped foot in the Lagoon before, or at least not for some time. I eye him as he moves on. He's young, which of course piques my interest. I let him stumble on for a few more steps, assessing him, noticing the lost and unsure nature behind his eye. It hits home and I urge my frame forward. "Hey, wait up!" I call, my hooves slow to move after being suction-removed from the soft earth below. I amble over, keeping my distance but doing my best to look friendly. "New around here?" 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
Replies:
- . - By closing tags May 13, 2015 at 04:36:06 PM
- everyone is a monster to someone - By nephilim May 18, 2015 at 11:35:46 PM
Post a reply: