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.
does it howl inside ?
Posted on December 12, 2019 at 08:52:36 AM by shenzi

S H E N Z I
the hyena’s belly is never full


The seal brown mare’s gaze settles heavily on the male’s face as he approaches, and as she draws back, her eyes linger upon his white muzzle and the pale pink skin of his lips that he’d so readily extended toward her in good faith. Her ears twitch of their own accord at the sound of his voice. At first, Shenzi doesn’t understand, doesn’t hear an answer to her question in his reply. He gives his name, Collision, identifies the place where she has lingered these past days and then finishes with a query of his own. Was she hurt? It is second nature for the mare to greet such enquiries with caution and distrust, but she is so tired, and despite the dangerous edge that hangs in the very air of the Lagoon, the foreign mare senses no malice in the bachelor before her.

“No,” the reply is short and gruff, though this is not a reflection of her demeanour toward the black overo as much as it is just her manner of speaking. Her dark eyes finally meet his again, smouldering beneath her forelock. “I have recovered from worse injuries.” There was no hint of sarcasm or boast in her words, no pride in the scars she wore, only a dark and gentle truth. For her, aside from the playful tussles she’d had with her band of brothers, there was no honour in fighting except to protect what was hers. She fought, not for egotism, but necessity. But she was disgraced, because she had failed the ones she had loved.

Just when silence settled over them, it was broken by the mare as she shifted her weight, wincing as her bruised and aching muscles protested at the movement. A sudden realisation had Shenzi’s ears turning back in confusion. She had asked of this stranger why are you here? And from his answer, Shenzi inferred that he’d paid attention to her as she’d roamed this hostile place, lingering in the shadows. Was it possible that his question had actually been the answer to her own? Was he here, because he was concerned for her? The possibility that this was what had drawn him to her, no matter how unlikely it was to be true, had her heart stuttering in her chest, sparking hope in her eyes.

“Yes.” The word was little more than a soft hiss, slithering unbidden from her whiskered lips. It alarmed her, how quickly she’d revealed the deep truth, and exposed her weakness, but the worry she saw clearly in Collision’s eyes drew everything to the surface. “They’re all gone, and I am left behind, alone.” No tears spring to her eyes – the last of them fell upon the cold skin of her beloved Baako – but that doesn’t mean the pain she feels isn’t evident in her lowered gaze, the hunch of her shoulders, the weariness tracing every line of her face. It is an effort for her to keep her breathing from turning ragged and uneven, but somehow she holds herself together.

Despite the gentle interest the piebald stallion had shown her, the last thing Shenzi wanted to do was fall apart at Collision’s hooves.

html by dante!
title lyrics by Karliene
original photo by Frans Van Heerden from Pexels



Ugh, I love Collision already <3
Sorry, again, for the wait on this!

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