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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringNone |
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. |
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Posted on June 1, 2014 at 12:42:38 PM by fatalé and léon
She had been ready to burst. Fatalé’s footfalls had been heavy. She had been a bit grumpy. And she had been quite sick of this pregnancy nonsense. It was time to get this foal out. She could not have been happier when she felt the first of the labor pains. This one was not her first - not even her first child in the Lagoon. As such, the bay knew of a good place to enter seclusion and finish the deed.
It was early morning when she laid down. There was still snow on the ground, it barely looked like spring had come. She would have rather had a dry patch, but there wasn’t any choice. The baby had decided it was time to arrive. This had been the same place she had delivered Ravenna several years ago. There just were not many options when it came to good spots.
Hours passed, but again, this was to be expected. Fatalé might have been grateful for the coating of snow from the sweat that was gathered all along her by the time the dead was done. However, she had more important things to worry about. She carefully stood up and looked behind her, cleaning off the face of the colt.
It was a colt. A little red roan with long legs curled up beneath him. He seemed quite perfect in Fatalé’s opinion. Though that would likely change once the hormones were finished. There was a thick blaze that carved up his white face. And the fuzzy mane seemed to cover it. Fatalé smiled and the little colt belted out a strangled first noise. This one would be a a talker. She gently called, encouraging the little boy to find his hooves. This however was different.
The colt made a defiant look at her as he tried first, then rolled over into the snow. He shook off the white stuff and huffed. Another gentle beckoning came from the bay mare. The little roan snorted and looked back at it’s mother. He tried again, getting his butt well into the air before it all flopped down. This struggle did not continue as long as Fatalé thought it would - the colt was on his feet and taking shaky steps far shorter than Ravenna had. It made a smug smile appear on the arabian’s features. This one would be strong.
She guided him to his first meal which he latched to.
“Eat up, little one,” She cooed. “It’s the only way you’ll get big and strong.” And strong you will be. She added silently.
mare / eight / wild bay / arabian / 14.2hh