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.

a companion shortens the road [x]

fearghas

He still isn't sure that she is real, not truly, not until her slender side makes contact with his own. His breath rushes out in a sigh of relief that is immediately sucked back in with a small note of panic at the way his body reacts to her nearness. It had been one thing last fall, when she had smartly kept herself separate from the Lagoonies, himself included, and an entirely different thing to have the object of his affections so close that he could touch her. Smell her. Taste her, even.

Reassuringly he reaches over to touch her neck with his muzzle, trying to sing the alphabet in his head to keep his wandering thoughts in check. Having her close again was blissful, even if he knew it came with all manner of complications. Fearghas does his best to listen with the letters scrolling by in the back of his brain, but it takes him a beat before he can manage to speak again. "Dinna be sorry, Ally. All of this is my fault, love."

Having just realized he'd been absently playing with tendrils of her mane, he snaps back to a neutral position and drops his head, cheeks flushing. I will go wherever you wish to go Fearghas, she says and his heart melts. Awkwardly he clears his throat, finding any sort of reply hard in the wake of the faith she placed in his hooves. If he could be half of the stallion she clearly believed him to be in this moment, he would die a happy man.

Still half-absorbed by the rapid-fire sing-song in his mind, he offers a wan smile and a shake of his head. "Nay lass, he kens of Faolain. I think I heard of somewhere on Luthien where we might be safe."

It was a longshot at best, he knew, but he had to do something. And while forcing her to travel to the land of a stranger in the hopes that he would take them in was a foolish plan, he knew that he could not keep Ally here. Cullen would eat them both alive.

Raising his dark face to hers again, he seeks to meet her gaze with an earnestness that beams from him. "Come with me, Ally. I'll do my best to protect ye the way I shoulda in t'beginnin."
stallion . 3 years . 15.2 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit




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