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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 July 11, 2015 at 04:05:27 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
“Ta-da! Here, we’re back. Now you can stop griping so damn much.” Much in the way that Psychedelic entered the Lagoon the way he had a couple years back, he entered it again, talking aloud to seemingly no one at all. I told you that you weren’t allowed to leave. “Yeah and what are you, my dad?” Psychedelic snorted and grinned. Thankfully the voice which accompanied him was not his father, for if he was, Psychedelic would have bashed his own head in ages ago. Living with the guy had been bad enough for the first four years of his life, having to suffer him for any longer than that?? Noooo thank you. Psychedelic walked with ease and familiarity through the bog of the Lagoon. A year spent living here had taught him much of the terrain and it seemed a few years’ time hadn’t changed it much. He could still scent the familiar musk of stallion lingering thickly and, if he paid enough attention, could pick out smells that were as familiar now as they were before. Still, Psychedelic never exactly knew what his standing had been with the good ol’ boys… he remembered how he’d failed to stop a boy from taking one of the girls, but then turned around and fended off a challenging stallion who’d stormed the Lagoon looking to free another. Did that make him neutral or did he have something to brag about? Would any of them see him and be pleased their brother had returned? Probably not. You’re an annoying little shit. Psychedelic’s ears flicked and he rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” He said, continuing to walk where the ground was not swallowed by water and mud, hooves picking their careful way through the land so not to slip and fall. He only stopped when he heard a voice – a lady’s, not a male – and paused. His neck lifted and his ears flicked, lids narrowing as he concentrated toward the sound. A chuckle echoed throughout the caverns of his mind as the sing-song voice finished her sassy beckoning. She sounds fun. And Psychedelic agreed. When he’d been here last he’d been a fool of a colt who didn’t understand mares and, while he certainly understood them now he still held steadfast to his thought that having a herd of mares was a waste of a life for a stallion. Still, in the right circumstance, he’d learned that a girl could be a ton of fun. The young stallion, a few scars littering his coat here and there, changed direction to walk toward them, only stopping as they caught sight of him and the mare spoke again. With her voice low, Psychedelic’s ears were pushed forward, listening… and when she finished, a wide grin twisted on his lips. “Heh,” he breathed a small laugh, the only sound to have come from his mouth in the company of the pair. He started walking forward, hooves squishing against mud as he moved off a patch of hard, dry land, eyes bright on them both. He’d learned mares were fun because they reacted so differently than stallions did. Most stallions just wanted to bash their heads together and see who could yell the loudest, which wasn’t really Psychedelic’s cup of tea. But ladies… some liked to flirt, some liked to fight, some liked to run… you never knew what you were going to get. His gaze flashed to the one she’d called Toli and he watched her for just a second before the grin turned his pink lips again. “Greet me.” WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
Replies:
- shoot ‘em down - By sinopa+tolinka August 2, 2015 at 11:55:57 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 4, 2015 at 00:03:11 AM
- even giants hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 4, 2015 at 01:44:27 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 8, 2015 at 03:27:27 AM
- h-h-hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 11, 2015 at 10:39:07 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 13, 2015 at 00:15:08 AM
- h-h-hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 11, 2015 at 10:39:07 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 8, 2015 at 03:27:27 AM
- even giants hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 4, 2015 at 01:44:27 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 4, 2015 at 00:03:11 AM
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