a cleaved head no longer plots; ivar/any

Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c 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.

a cleaved head no longer plots; ivar/any
Posted on February 12, 2020 at 10:52:55 PM by Minerva

The summer dew still clings to the light feathering of her heels. She had given Ivar the curtesy to show her where he called home.

The pale gold dunalino mare keeps stride easily alongside the dark man, their hooves in time at unison as they seemingly merged for a heart beat or two. Her glassy blue eyes are curious of the sour faced stallion. Why has he sought the mare amongst the others when there are farther gentler woman to tame... The edge of her lips curl slightly as she tangled in her solemn thoughts.

Their movements remain brisk as they carry away from the claiming grounds. Minerva is gratefully to not have felt her tender flesh gripped between his teeth and they he had opted for only a few muttering words of invitation. The water glass eyes flicker over to try and read him but he has remained focused and determined.

Their travels carry on till the environment turns humid and Minerva�s brow is sticky with her mane curling against it. Her slender barrel heaves slightly as the spun silk of her coat darkens to a soft butter hue.

Finally after long last, ahead is a grand pool of the prettiest blues and greens she has ever laid her eyes on. �It�s beautiful...�, the words slightly breathy but honest as they slow to the waters edges. Oh how she longed to cool herself in the clear waters but she remains near her escort, pirouetting her hips around so she may better see him.

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where wolf's ears are - By Ivar February 14, 2020 at 01:31:43 AM
- a cleaved head no longer plots - By Minerva February 14, 2020 at 04:47:46 PM
  - wolf's teeth are near. - By Ivar February 18, 2020 at 02:59:05 AM

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules