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 23, 2017 at 08:45:33 AM by selenium


selenium -----
by bellum out of dissolve


The breeze isn’t stiff but it isn’t generous either, only occasionally cutting through the already thick air. Like the last time she’d been here, Selenium deals with feeling uncomfortable by thinking longingly of the falls, of that deliciously cold pool at the base of the waterfall. That pool is the crowning jewel of all watering holes and certainly puts this lagoon to shame.

Ernesto had told her that he wouldn’t try to keep her here, but now that she has returned with his child, she wonders if he’ll uphold that promise. She looks down anxiously at said child just as another puff of wind ruffles the girl’s tufty black mane. The filly’s eyes are open now, bicolored just like her pelt. She must have been curled up in her mother’s womb just so while her markings had formed; even by Selenium’s standards, the foal’s coloring is unique.

Still the child looks apathetic, uninterested in the world around her. At first, Selenium had thought it part of her personality, that the little thing had been doing it on purpose. What a silly girl, she’d thought during the first day of her daughter’s life, which had led to the filly’s name. There is still a tiny part of her that thinks she would have done her daughter a favor to have abandoned her rather than force her to live with whatever is wrong with her mind.

Of course, as soon as she thinks that she feels guilty, and it serves her right that Ernesto chooses that moment to arrive. He looks even more impressive than he had when she’d first met him, all muscle under his dirty gold pelt. He looks more relaxed now, and she remembers that he’d only recently moved in when he’d first found her here. Now that he’s had time to settle, she supposes he doesn’t have a reason to be tense.

He’s still as friendly as ever, not immediately going for flirtation this time, though she imagines that now that he’s had her, he probably thinks he doesn’t need to flirt with her anymore. She tries to return his smile but she can only manage a twitch of her lips before they twist into a grimace. One more thing this last exhausting week has done to her has made it seemingly impossible for her to hide her feelings.

She half-hopes that he won’t notice their child at her feet, but of course the stallion’s eyes go right to the filly. ”This is –“ She stops herself before she can finish the thought. Your daughter. She realizes that she can’t phrase it that way, not wanting Ernesto to believe she blames him for whatever is wrong with the little girl, especially when she knows it’s entirely her fault. She prays that her pause isn’t noticeable as she finishes, ”Silicon.”

Selenium silently urges her daughter to respond to Ernesto, thinking that she would take being ignored if it would show that the filly's apparent problems had been just a figment of her mother's imagination. The child does nothing, however, doesn’t even look at her sire, almost as though she is deaf and blind to everything that moves. The mare closes her eyes in dismay, knowing that she will never be able to make up for this failure.


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


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