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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 August 5, 2016 at 04:25:52 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
Her whiskered lips brushed the skin of his neck and, immediately, a glow of heat warmed beneath his flesh. His heart hit hard against his rib cage in excitement and his tail head lifted, the cream strands dancing in the open autumn air. Without needing to pause for thought, Psychedelic’s neck turned so he could bump his mouth against her skin, tracing the lines of her muscles beneath her black coat wherever he could easily reach without moving their position. The scent of her rested thick in the grooves of his nostrils shortly after and it further pleased him much like the initial touch of her playing with his mane had. Desire is one hell of a drug. Psychedelic’s ears flicked at first as a knee-jerk reaction at hearing the voice and then in order to focus on Raniyah as she spoke. “Not recently,” he replied and thought about the various fights he’d been in since last he and she crossed paths. The scars littered his pelt by now, but it was to be expected of a ten year old wild stallion. Wherever he ventured too close to mares seemingly “owned” by a stallion that stallion thought to send a message to drive him off. Sometimes Psychedelic relented and let the stallion chase him off but other times it was simply too fun to turn about and engage in a bit of a fight. “But things are stirring around here,” he replied with a quick glance out to the Lagoon as if he could see the islands and see how they crawled with activity. “It likely won’t be long now until I go pick on some poor idiot.” A grin curled on his mouth. Psychedelic glanced at Raniyah. “Have you gotten yourself shacked to some stupid band stallion yet?” If she had, Psychedelic was thinking it might be a bit fun to beat the guy and take her away from him just for good measure. If she didn’t… maybe the Lagoon wasn’t looking too bad as a place to hang out. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
Replies:
- ++I Don’t Dance++ - By Raniyah August 5, 2016 at 07:48:37 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC August 8, 2016 at 05:15:38 PM
- ++I Don’t Dance++ - By Raniyah August 9, 2016 at 10:49:39 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC August 10, 2016 at 05:23:35 PM
- ++I Don’t Dance++ - By Raniyah August 9, 2016 at 10:49:39 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC August 8, 2016 at 05:15:38 PM