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.

I stand alone[Birth/Felony]

Zalika
mare | mustang x arabian | red roan | 15.1
HammerheadxAvasha

You'd think for someone who has given birth to two other foals would find her third fairly easy, well not everything seems to go according to what one wishes and so here we are in the confines of the lagoon once more. A muddy body seemed to be struggling against an unseen force, when in reality it was only trying to push an object out. Zalika had been here for quite a while, her breath heavy and neck slick with her sweat as she pushed with each contraction that hit her.

Off to the side, looking on with wary eyes stood her son Scythe. He knew what was going on but it deeply worried him that maybe something was wrong, that this was taking to long, though as he is thinking that he spies something large and very wet slipping from his mother. He releases a sigh of relief, moving a tad closer to help nudge his mother up. On the ground was a dark shape, but as Zalika soon went to work on licking the foal's baby fur clean she was met with the same coloring as her firstborn. A little bay roan colt, and he was the picture of health.

"Arsen," she croons softly, licking at his big ears when his eyes turn upon her in wonder. Seeing as how he wasn't needed much, Scythe stepped out of the little hideaway they had been in, his legs instantly becoming sucked into the mud as he moves from the dryer land. Lifting his head he calls to his father, hoping the man was near.

Zalika ignored her older boy, more focused on the struggling colt as he tried to stand, placing each hoof on the ground carefully and pushing up which almost had him going forward in a somersault, but Zalika was there and with her muzzle nudged him back onto his well balanced legs. She helped him move alongside her till he was greedily sucking at a teat. The roan women, satisfied Arsen was alright now, turns her head around to look upon Scythe's back, and watch the shadows next to him for Felony's shape.


Perfect tree
text & character by meggieboo ; html by shiva


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