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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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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 June 16, 2016 at 05:40:06 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Perhaps part of him recognized something in this stallion. The similar color coat to his mother. Or the kindness behind his eye that came from Marlena. But Kasabian couldn't be sure. A lot had changed since he met Marlena and invited her home to the Ridge. He hardly resembled the man he was when he lived on Atlantis just a few short years ago. He wonders briefly what Marlena and some of the other mares would think of him now. He can hardly reconstruct their faces behind his eyelids. Names are hazy. Pilar? Compass? His time spent as a band stallion had been so unremarkable, such a waste of time. Green eyes settle on the boy as he speaks. Rade. He can remember that face. The buckskin stallion is reminded of Debonaire, a relative to Rade, he thinks (maybe?). A friend from a different life, that much he knew for certain. But that was before the sickness took over. Before the stress of this shitty life caved in on him. "Well it looks like it's just me and you kid." Kasabian says with the idle flick of his thick brown tail. "Why did you hang around for so long by yourself?" It was a valid question, though intrusive and impersonal. But Kasabian didn't have time for ridiculous social norms and polite niceties anymore. His answer would be revealing, no matter how he stumbled over it. It would give Kasabian a little more insight into who he was choosing to align himself with. Be it temporary or permanent, was really up to Kendry. "Hey. Want to go do something?" KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |