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 September 6, 2018 at 04:51:30 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."

The shadows of the bare, overarching branches above them cast deep, dark marks over Persephone's back. The trees wither just barely in the rare passing humid breeze, shooting the long shadows to criss-cross across the mare's frame, which was just lightly illuminated by the moonlight. Macabre takes a few steps closer to the mare, feeling more at ease with her and instead growing more fearful of what she will do when Persephone leaves this place. This mare was on her way out, while Macabre was just settling in for a captivity period of who knows how long... Her heart lurched in her chest as she looked down the dark, muddy trails that awaited her in the distance.

The petite mare merely bobs her head when Persephone shares some insight into Cullen's personality and his short reign thus far over the Lagoon. The Peak had withstood many enemies over the course of Macabre's short lifetime here, but Cullen indeed seemed to be among the most aggressive.

Persephone's interaction with Cullen was not surprising, however. Macabre listened on with interest as Persephone described what she had experienced while living here. Macabre's blonde tail flicked nervously over her rump as she listened. She tried to smile to the roan mare when she offered some encouragement, but the feeling of support and friendship was fleeting. Despite this, Persephone's kindness was not lost of Macabre.

"If you ever find yourself in the Peak, please do mention my name. You will be welcomed kindly." Macabre says after heaving a deep sigh. "It seems now, more than ever, is a time for us to stick together."

Macabre's heart flutters in her chest as she quickly toils over whether or not to ask this stranger for a favor. Macabre had no idea how long it would be before she'd see her daughter again. Knowing that was just both gut-wretching and anxiety inducing for the Peak mare. "If you do make it to the Peak, I would be so grateful if you could check in on my daughter. Her name is Wasp." The mare's words begin to falter as her she murmured over her daughter's name. She snorted quickly, however, in an attempt to stiffen up. "I'm just worried sick about her."




"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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