"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
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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.
cold to the core }} Tyr & any Posted on June 13, 2022 at 11:29:50 PM by charybdis
there will be blood in the water He is the first to answer her call, and Charybdis lunges at him, something strange glittering in even her blind eye. But he is huge and heavy, and it was far, far too soon. The tumble down the mountain as the slope washed away beneath her hooves and the altercation she’d had with the agent of Darkness upon her beach had left her weak, and the breath was gone from her lungs before she had the chance to land any true attack upon him. So she shies away from him, cautious, and keen to add no further bites or bruises to her body.
Whatever else she may be (and she is many things), she is not some proud, senseless creature bent on self-destruction.
As she sloshes through the shallow waters in an attempt to create a little distance, all the aggression leaves her form, and curiously, there is no anger to be seen in her. Despite the loss, the white and red mare is at peace, and she seems satisfied, as though the stallion’s presence is all she was after in the first place. But then, movement at the edge of her vision - a flicker of red and white and Darkness. Charybdis freezes, then, breath catching its claws in her throat, fear, in her heart. But she turns, and blinks the right eye, and relief washes over her.
(It is not her son, nor True Darkness. It’s Skylla’s son - the victorious stallion’s son, and her own. This one, for all the inkiness of his hide, is far less an omen than the one who–)
The tall, blanketed almost-grown boy, who towers over the slim black figure beside him just as the stallion towers over her.
Only moments have passed since Charybdis first looked to the pair at the edge of the water, but she is quick to turn back to the stallion who had promptly answered her challenging cry. “I know you,” she says once she catches her breath, angling her head oddly to fix him with the full focus of her seeing eye. She waits for some sign of recognition, but the towering stallion’s face is impassive, and Charybdis finds him impossible to read. Had it been only in her mind, as some symbolic sort of fabrication, or a benevolent fever dream meant to grant her a small measure of peace? Their meeting, not so very far from here, when the nearly-mature colts standing at the periphery had been so much smaller (but no less steady) than they were now.
“Know me,” she murmurs, eye half-closed, slanted and scrutinising. “I am Charybdis and I do not wan’ to take from you,” the red-shouldered mare is quick to reassure. And she offers more than just her word - the whole of her body, with it’s telltale signs of injuries still healing,is relaxed, and there is nothing in her posture or tone that hints at any hostility she might be harbouring. And while it would be prudent not to rest one’s whole confidence in appearance alone… Charybdis was clear as water, and there was nothing muddied about her presently (inwardly, at least - for the scuffle had painted her legs with the mire of the Lagoon) to indicate she was hiding some nefarious notion.
“I on’y came to…” With a quick shake of her head, Charybdis shifts her weight, caught up in the ebb-and-flow of all the thoughts lapping at the borders of her conscious mind. “Maybe ‘im didn’t know,” she continues, finding herself offering the benefit of the doubt. There was nothing to suggest ego in her tone, as though every stallion here (or yet any) ought to know her, and know that she had taken up residence in the Ridge.
It was why she was here, after all, to test the waters of the Lagoon.
“I am no enemy to you.” Here, finally, she looks to the odd pair of attentive adolescents for the first time proper, hoping that her candor will be enough to settle any doubts the large, spotted stallion might have. “Stayed for dat time, upon de edge of your ‘ome, because it is where de two of dem belong, and I would never take dem from dis place.” Allowing her gaze to linger upon the pair a few moments longer, meeting blue and blue-and-brown gazes, Charybdis turns back to the Bachelor who’d faced her in battle.
“But de ocean does not forgive, and nor will I, if any of de Lagoon come into de Ridge and take from me again.” There comes a sudden steeliness to her voice, but she tempers it with care. “You on’y need ask,” the mare goes on to say, but she does not elaborate further, or continue to explain her meaning. Because, speaking of asking… “I wan’ to speak to ‘im. Jabari. De boys, too.” And while she does not say please outright, it’s there, threading itself through the lilting tone of her request.