The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Peyote

The General

Marko

The Companions
None Druna None

The Thieves

Jormungandr
Khyber
Kristjan
Síhtríc
Tribulation

The Associates

Azizi
Atticus
Leukos
Lucifer
Salinger
Thranduil

The Soldiers

Kheldar
Vaingard
Rosto

The Trinkets

None

Boss's Decree

"For every brother you bring to our
midst, 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 Offspring

None

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.
what have they put in the water?
Posted on September 15, 2017 at 09:16:07 PM by selenium


selenium -----
by bellum out of dissolve


She stands in the exact same spot where she and Ernesto had gotten acquainted. The edge of the lagoon is unchanged, the mist rising from the large pool just as dense as she remembers. This body of water that the territory is named for does not excite her any more now than it had in autumn.

She’s kept herself busy since then, gaining a friend in Qadir and escorting him to Salem so that he could be introduced to an environment quite like the one he’d come from. She hadn’t intended on lingering in the Dunes too long but she hadn’t been able to resist Qadir’s infectious happiness from being in a place so like his old desert home.

Staying had been her first mistake. She hadn’t noticed anything wrong with the little vegetation that she’d been able to find; having never been to Salem before, she’d chalked up the difference in look and taste of the grass to the difference in climate. Hours later, she had gone down in agony, certain she was miscarrying.

Her child’s light movements had become commonplace by then, though with her large size, the swelling of her barrel had taken longer than most. Selenium had been so relieved to feel that movement again once the pain had passed that she had bolted from Salem then and there, returning to the safety of the Crossing.

The day had eventually come for a different kind of pain, one not nearly so severe or long-lasting. She had been sure to stay on the falls side of the territory line, not wanting her child to have to say that it had been born in the Lagoon. In a rather backwards view of things, Selenium had been scared of the fact that the birth had been exceedingly easy. Irrationally, she’d wanted to go straight to Ernesto to be soothed, though of course she’d never tell him of her worries.

It has taken her a full week since the foal’s arrival to get the child to this spot, a week that has been so emotionally draining that Selenium just wants to be done with the whole thing. She wants Ernesto's opinion of their daughter – the filly is rather odd and Selenium fears that it’s because of that carelessness she’d displayed in the Dunes.

The little girl doesn’t appear to have any physical problems; indeed, she’s a sturdy specimen with long legs and obviously thick muscles beneath her fuzzy, oddly marked black and white pelt. Mentally, it seems to be a completely different story, and Selenium yearns for the input of the filly’s father, partly to make sure her own guilty mind isn’t projecting problems that aren't really there onto her daughter.

She looks down at the foal, who is curled up at her feet, apparently dozing. The filly doesn’t like making eye contact, is normally silent and not at all as energetic as almost all other foals she’s seen. The reason it has taken them so long to get here is because the girl has made a point of resisting her mother’s attempts to make her move before she’s ready, shying away from any and all physical contact.

The more she sees, the more Selenium is sure that she’s doomed her first child to an awful existence.


eleven - smoky blue roan overo - draft mix - 17hh
html by tricky. character by Alison. color ref.


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