<font color=#006495>seems like you could use a little company from me</font>

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.

seems like you could use a little company from me
Posted on February 24, 2020 at 00:59:19 AM by Kendry

KENDRY
What is the Lagoon? A rag-tag sort of deal, as familiar to Kendry as the drifting ease of life in the Prairie had been with his mother, as opposite the closely-guarded herds of band stallions in rigidly structured territories were. There were always mares here, and there were always mares in herds, and there were always mares on the mountain. So what made the Lagoon so despicable to some? Kendry had not been unaware of the undercurrent of disdain that seemed to be associated with the bachelors and their tranquil (if muggy) home. He knew band stallions to be as gruff as some bachelors, so attitude couldn�t be all that influenced such an opinion. Was it then the loose structure that bothered others? Or that fact that, maybe, the stallions who lived here were not a unified force? But could not the same be said for the mares of the Peak? Kendry wonders to himself as he turns in another circle, hooves dragging through the dense sand beneath the waves. Who is to say they are a cohesive group? Why are they not regarded with such disdain? Or, he thinks with a sudden jerk of his head out of the water, snorting to clear his nostrils from any errant seawater, is it possible this disdain I think I�m observing is no more than a ghost on the wind, something intangible and self-made and not external at all? He snorts again and stands blinking in the moonlight, and as his attention returns to his surroundings and his bright blue gaze clears he hears an abrupt snort followed by quiet laughter, just audible over the roll of the waves. Kendry turns to see a mare standing in the shallows, her brown muzzle darkened to black and rimed with sea-salt just as his own must be, laughter evident in her face. �Get some up your nose?� He calls before striding through the waves and closer to shore. It gets easier to walk the closer he gets to the beach, so that by the time he reaches the mare he�s not so much slogging through the water as he is stepping high, nearly clearing the surface of the waves with each hoof but still dragging the tip of one through the foam swirling atop the water. �Heyla,� he greets her, extending his still-dripping muzzle to exchange damp, salty breath with the mare. �Out for a moonlit swim? Bet you weren�t expecting to see a shaggy pearl like me making bubbles in the waves.� Kendry chuckles at his own gentle self-deprecation and shakes out his mane in a rather futile effort to dislodge the wet strands that cling to his neck, succeeding only in flopping his damp forelock over one eye.
stallion . draft mutt . five . perlino . 18hh . son of marlena

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there is no d a r k n e s s - By S H E N Z I March 2, 2020 at 03:57:38 AM
- seems like you could use a little company from me - By Kendry March 3, 2020 at 03:21:52 AM
  - where there is l o v e - By S H E N Z I March 9, 2020 at 04:35:51 AM
    - seems like you could use a little company from me - By Kendry March 10, 2020 at 01:32:23 AM
      - there is no d a r k n e s s - By S H E N Z I March 30, 2020 at 00:35:02 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