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



Ever since Tyr had come into this world, he had been told what a fierce-some monster he was to be. He had worn scars on his multicolored hide before he was even a year old; some made by the mare that had sunk her venomous fangs into him, while others were from his sire. Pushing him to be as violent and deadly as himself. The only thing anyone had ever believed in him, was his power. Anyone else had only ever seen the mask he wore, the face he wanted them to believe, and in the end he was sure that was why he was now alone. Because that mask had slipped in some fashion or another, to let them glimpse the monster that resided beneath, which scared them away.


That same monster stared at Oswin now, barely restrained, and yet she somehow still managed to glare back at him with fierce determination.


“I did not kill the roan mare’s mate.” he confirmed after a long stretch of silence. Oswin’s confession still rang in his ears; yet the large stallion felt tiny in comparison to the weight of it. He had sought the love of several mares, had felt the pain in their disappearance, and now that one could withstand the burden of truly what he was and still love him; Tyr wasn’t sure how he was supposed to handle it. “But I have killed. I’ve been washed in the blood of others many times, and reveled in it. I did not lie to you, on what I wanted for the lagoon or my son. But can you love a stallion who carries such sin?”


Tyr knew what the Peak meant to Oswin. What she had done to accomplish such feats in her life rather than the average lifestyle of a mare. But in such a raw moment, Tyr wanted the full truth laid bare before her like he had done with no other. Unlike with the others, he didn’t want to wear that mask anymore.

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

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