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



Tyr wasn’t sure what he was expected of the other stallion when he launched his attack. Personally, he didn’t truly care. If Psychedelic fled, it was all the more reason to prove that he wasn’t fit to be Boss. But it wouldn’t be that easy; nor did he want it to be. The rewarding feel of flesh pinched between his blunt teeth sent a thrill through the massive stallion, and the ringing sound of Psychedelic’s squeal in his pinned ears. It was worth the punishment of having his pale strands of mane ripped out when the painted stallion retaliated. Tyr barely twisting away so that Psychedelic’s seeking teeth were filled with hair as it cascaded over his face.


Psychedelic’s growled words paired with his kick had Tyr’s front pivoting away while his hip remained pressed tight to his opponent. It was only when he was in the right line of fire that the stallion sent off several rounds of double hoofed kicks. Each made with as much force as he could muster, but knowing with their closeness it wouldn’t have quite the effect he’d like.


When Tyr broke free of Psychedelic, he gave a few lofty strides forward then spun to face the stallion again. There was an ache in his hind leg he hadn’t noticed before; a strike from Psychedelic’s kick that adrenaline hadn’t allowed him to notice. A light sheen of sweat was starting to dampen his neck where his coat was starting to thicken for winter. Plus, it had been quite some time since Tyr had been in a scuffle. He had missed the fire that now burned so hotly in his veins.


“What else were you hoping for?” Tyr asked, though he found little care in hearing the answer. He wasn’t going to make friends with the usurper. Nor was he going to play into his games and become the pawn the new boss was surely to want. Tyr had done that enough for father and son: when Cullen had controlled the Lagoon and then Rade. He was done following the visions of others, and it was clear they weren’t going to follow him.


Not quite done with their fight, Tyr launched forward again. Rearing and striking at Psychedelic as he came in close, though doubted he would ever be lucky enough to strike the stallion dead.

html: reba | art: six | img: unsplash
stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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