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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.

~ to run is to die tired. [Maeve]



shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa



In truth, the stallion had not expected such a large mare to give into his will so easily. But never-the-less, the stallion had took her, driving her relentlessly until they had reached the Lagoon. Only then did he feel safe enough with his new treasure to let his ears rise from his poll, and raise his head from the snaking position. Multi colored eyes look over her thick red body, her perfume causing lust to glimmer in the depths. With a bouncing trot, neck arched and tail flagged in display the stallion moved in a full circle around the mare as he took every inch of her. It didn’t matter her name, or if she wanted to go home, or if she even hated him; this red woman was perfect.


Tyr moved in then, seeking the feel of her flesh. The warmth of her to slack the thirst of his lust. She could fight if she wished, but he would have what he wanted either way. Once he was done, feeling stated for the time being, Tyr did not move away. Instead, he still pressed his chest against her rump, reaching over to brush his gentle lips along her flank. "You are a woman of value.” he practically growled to her, the husk in his voice lingering after what had transpired. "I had gone to escape the perfumes of the Fall, but you caused me to lose control. I know you will give me a perfect child”


Tyr finally pulled away then, knowing she probably wouldn’t appreciate anything from him. He swept his gaze around them, but did not see any of his brothers. The golden stallion was open to sharing everything else in his life, but not this. His women were of his own, and this beautiful trinket was going to be of his collection.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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