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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 December 15, 2015 at 01:01:33 AM by ROUGARU
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Rougaru was slowly coming into his own once more. Though he was still far from being a so called 'islander' yet, the hansom dappled bronze and bistre stallion moved with confidence through the dense brush. So far his luck here was a dramatic improvement from the lands that he had once called his home. Although he had been born on those lands far from here, those lands had died away, as though some noiseless call had summoned all the equines from the land including his own mother and father. He was far beyond the age of relying upon his parents but regardless he still had enjoyed the occasional visit. But those times were long gone and now here he was. His whiskered nostrils flare now as his thickly muscled neck drops to allow the muscular stallion to use his head to make a path through the thick yellowed grasses of autumn. The smell of stagnant water is thick here, along with the scents of musty decaying leaves and underbrush. A Lagoon... surrounded by marsh and maritime forests this place was the perfect area to weather out the coming winter months. Even now he could feel the cold in the winds that promised that snow was not far away. He moves through the trees now and pauses as his broad mass comes upon a small clearing amid the dense groves. Dark amber eyes observe those that gathered a short distance away. Stallions. Like himself, this must be where the bachelors of the land gathered for he scented very few mares here. While he hadn't exactly expected to tumble upon this prime territory slap full of unguarded mares, it would have been nice. None the less he had none he had to answer to and with the exception of the deliciously beautiful little painted girl he had run into in the common lands, he was still unfamiliar here. Perhaps this was the best place to start off at. With a toss of his head, sending the wind tattered black locks of his mane dancing haphazardly across the muscled slope of his neck. A deep trembled call echoes from his lungs as the loner let a call resound to the bachelors. He knew how father acted when strange stallions entered his lands and he definitely didn't want to be on the wrong end of teeth and powerful hooves... especially of so many. He could hold his own in battle, but he was smart enough not to even begin to consider challenging so many at once so his best bet was to play the role of respectful newcomer. Chocolate colored ears remain lifted amid the thick mantle of blackened threads as regal crown remains held high in expectant anticipation. Waiting patiently for whoever chose to step forward to make their approach. sooty buckskin cream | mutt | 6yrs | stallion | loner |
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- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 15, 2015 at 06:41:24 AM
- the dawn is still dark; - By ROUGARU December 18, 2015 at 04:14:17 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 20, 2015 at 06:11:15 PM
- the dawn is still dark; - By ROUGARU December 18, 2015 at 04:14:17 AM
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