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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 October 24, 2016 at 07:08:18 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. The sun was high in the sky when I left Gabbar's mare behind in the Prairie for the shoreline. I tip-toed into the dark currents, the howling wind that lapped at the matted strands of my red mane sending a shiver down my spine. The swim to the Crossing would not be enjoyable against the seasonal elements. But it wasn't like I had much of a choice. Evaline needed her family. So I turned to face the sea head on, pushing through the strong wind that braced against me, and forged my otherwise dry and warm frame into its chilly depths. I moved as quickly as I could, my thick legs kicking out in a cyclical motion instinctively, as I sought out the Crossing Isle -- the island nothing more than a hazy dot on the horizon. The swim was long and excruciating. I was left alone with just my thoughts as I barreled against the sea. All I could see behind my eyelids was Kasabian reeling up into the air with Evaline below him. I couldn't get to the damn Lagoon fast enough. I couldn't help but blame myself for this situation, too. I knew Kasabian was coming for her. And instead of facing my brother head on, I hid her. I hid her hoping he would just go away. I was a coward, too timid to pick my mother over my brother. And now I could lose her forever because of it. I couldn't have been more relieved to see the Crossing island grow larger in the distance. The sun was still high overhead, and it lit the island in a fantastic, crisp view. I swam until I could feel the sand at the tips of my hooves, and emerged onto the shoreline. I didn't even both to shake my coat before setting off at a trot past the sand dunes and toward the Lagoon. It didn't take long for me to get bearings of the lay out of the Lagoon. It had been years since I called this shit hole home, but luckily, the Lagoon stood the test of time, and hadn't changed a bit. I followed the sounds of squeals and the thwack of hoof upon flesh before the thicket opened up to reveal the scuffle I was looking for. Valve and Gabbar were already entwined in battle with Kasabian and one of his counterparts. I spy Evaline out of the corner of my eye and immediately issued a shrill call for her, launching my heaving frame into a small half-rear. My heart breaks as I watch her sob, seeing in her sorely disturbing condition. It brings my blood to a boil. My nostrils flare before I snort defensively, pawing at the muck under my hooves before I, too, follow Valve's lead, and rush into the scuffle of bodies. My eyes are transfixed on my brother, however, and I have every intention of ending this today. I manuver around Gabbar and the painted stallion as best as I could, teeth barred and jaws wide as I attempt to land a bite along the painted solider's withers and then at his flanks as I canter by. I circle wide and come up along Valve's right side, whinnying wildly as I do so. My copper-colored ear lobes are pinned fiercely at my poll, hidden by the lapping strands of my thick forelock. My dark eyes are still fixed upon the buckskin stallion. I say nothing to him -- there's nothing left for us to discuss. There is a sickness in his eye -- a wild, incoherent fix that I've only seen in him once or twice before. The stallion is wired, heaving like a rabid dog. This is not the colt Evaline gave birth to. This is not the stallion who stumbled upon the Lost Islands as a lost boy looking for adventure. Kasabian's gone mad, and he needed to put out of his misery. I rear, kicking out my thick front legs at Kasabian's neck and shoulder, and upon my descent, reaching out with parted jaws to gasp at the fleshy underside of his neck. Out of the corner of my eye I see Valve moving at impressive speed, and kicking her heels up and out with an intended blow that stops me dead in my tracks. Valve's cunning and precise move, coupled with her strength and reach, is expertly executed. It's as if time has come to a stand still, and I don't care anymore if my attacks made landing on my brother. A chill runs down the length of my spine as I prepare for what is likely to come next: Kasabian's lifeless body hitting the mud with a dull and limp thwack. And suddenly, I remember to breathe again. |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
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- And its consequences keep you up at night [DEATH] - By KASABiAN October 24, 2016 at 08:42:44 PM
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