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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.
~ you carry both lightning and thunder
Posted on April 24, 2020 at 00:09:54 AM by Sigurđr & Ivar







~ you carry both lightning and thunder


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A shiver runs the length of his spine as he looks over at her, a hint of fear clenches at his heart. Yes, he believes his father will come for them. But he does not know how long they will have to fend against those who call this disgusting place their home. His glacial eyes flick around to the dark shadows and the murky pools that make up most of this strange land.

You will? He nods vigorously, in hopes that this simple distraction will keep him from losing it and crumpling in a sobbing pile at her hooves. "Yup! Anyone who dares to come close will get my teeth and my hooves!" he snorts as he steps away from her. He tucks his muzzle to his chest and flags his tail as he prances a few steps just to show her how capable he is of protecting her. As she thanks him he can feel warmth crawl into his cheeks.

"I'm not afraid," he fibs. He could feel fear in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't show her. He is strong... At-least that is what he keeps repeating to himself. He pauses his steps to raise his glacial eyes as the sound of cracking draws his attention toward the shadows of the jungle. His ears disappear into his thin silver mane as an unfamiliar midnight black stallion draws himself toward them.

-

Ivar had heard that Cullen brought home little kiddies while he was in the Ridge, and Ivar couldn't help himself. A smirk plays at his lips as dark eyes fall on the pair of foals, one pale in color and the other was colored just like his brother. How perfect?

He slinks forward, ears bury beneath his unkempt mane as he draws near. "You little Kiddies lost?" he asks with a dark tone.

Sigurđr draws himself up taller as the unknown stallion comes toward them. Everything about this man told him that he should run. His heart hammers wildly against his ribs as the man begins to speak. He immediately shakes his head. "No! My dad will be here soon, so I would be careful," he spits with a narrowing of his glacial eyes. He notices the man's smirk transform into a wicked grin and his heart stills his chest.

-

"Your daddy dearest is coming to save you?" he asks with mock shock across his face. "Well then I better wait around to greet him," he snaps. You should probably teach this little brat what the cost of talking back is. Fenrir growls. Barely a second ticks by before he lunges at the colt, his barred teeth seek out the tender flesh of his withers. A satisfied grunt escapes his lips as he feels the colt's flesh between his teeth and he pinches the skin together.

-

A squeal erupts from between his lips as the stallion comes down upon him with his teeth. He struggles until he finally rips free from the stallions grip and shuffles backward into Isabel. "Isabel run!" he squeals as he continues to press himself into her. He ignores the warm trickle of blood that dribbles down his side, all he cares about is getting away.

Sigurđr - Icelandic mutt - Yearling - Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera
Heir of the Ridge



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