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.
turn men into beasts
Posted on June 14, 2022 at 01:17:15 AM by Tyr




Tyr was tired.


The stallion was tired from the impossible battle he fought, to be no closer than he was before. He was tired of being seen as a demon; though he knew they only viewed the creature that lurked beneath, stirred alive once again by the viper woman. But mostly, the stallion was tired of fighting himself. The nature he was born with, the monster he was groomed into being. What was the point of hiding him away, if only to be seen as the ilk of the islands no matter what good he did?


When the painted stallion was escorted into the Lagoon, Tyr knew there would be trouble. There was always trouble when a challenge was issued, regardless of the prize. So there was little surprise when Tyr heard the call from the mare. Before, when the General had been filled with strength and vigor, he would have been excited to share blows with the woman. Now, he felt himself only going through the motions set by muscle memory. The way he arched his neck as he approached, how his ears laced beneath tangles of pale mane. To retaliate for any strike she made; teeth or hoof. But by the end, Tyr felt no more triumphant than he would have if he had failed when the mare finally pulled away.


Then, she speaks, and Tyr is forced to listen, despite how he holds little desire to.


It is her gaze that makes him look away. His blue-green gaze briefly landing upon the young stallions that linger on the edge of their brief battle ground. Beyond them, somewhere in the depth of the shadows, Reho and the new Lagoon stallion were no doubt in the company of Jabari as Charybdis had named him. Though he doubted their words were as politically put as the Ridge mare had spoken.


The scent of the Peak halt whatever answer Tyr was about to give. His head turning so that he saw Oswin just as she approached. A mixed tangle of feelings knot in the depth of his belly and squeeze at his chest. Making the stallion unsure if he is happy to see the mother of his children, or angry that the Peak has once again stepped into his home so freely when the Lagoon had not done the same upon the mountain. Now was not the time, however, to expose such a suffocating storm of emotion which kept his face carefully neutral if not cold.


“Now is not the time to speak with Jabari” Tyr said, though it was not a promise that she would never speak to him. It was the company the painted stallion currently had that made the General forbid it. “But you may speak with the boys.” he added, nodding his head to the young stallions that they could join the group if they wished. As for Oswin, he was sure she was angry with him over something. The memory of Roisin’s angry face in the Commons in the company of Djuna coming to mind. But that was not something he was willing to discuss with an outside party among them.

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