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.
Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on August 14, 2018 at 06:00:57 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."

As the peteite chestnut mare wandered through the underbelly of the Lagoon, she kept her senses alert for any signs of Cherish. The sweet and curious mare she'd met in the Falls those many months ago was the only glimmer of hope she had to hang on to. If nothing else, Macabre could try to protect or improve Cherish's life while she was here. Having someone else to focus on, instead of her own current, sad, state of affairs, would at least be a healthy distraction. But when she heard the sounds of twigs snapping underneath the weight of somebody in the distance, Macabre froze in fear. Her whiskered nostrils flared and her chest tightened when the scent was revealed to be that of a mare.

Her dark, marble eyes flicked to the face of a red roan mare upon hearing a snort, and watched with interest as she strode up to greet her. Despite her relief to see another mare here, even if she wasn't Cherish, Macabre did not immediately let up on her defensive stance. Her head remained high in the air over her withers. Her ears were back against her poll. Her eyes were wide, almost frantic. As Persephone approached, Macabre urged her own frame back several steps in an effort to keep a generous distance between their bodies. She listens when Persephone speaks, and is surprised t o hear the mare talk to her in such a casual way. Her bewilderment is present across her features now.

"Hello." She says stiffly in return, her voice also hushed, following the other mare's lead. "I was won in battle by Cullen, I'm afraid." She says honestly, with the nervous flick of her blonde tail over her rump. "My name is Macabre, I'm from the Peak." She says quickly, spinning her head one way and then the other just to keep an eye on their dark surroundings. "Who are you?"




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl





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