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.
ALL OF LIFE IS CHANCE
Posted on June 12, 2014 at 08:02:23 PM by DESMUND

i die a little in every breath i take

The trek to the lagoon had been much easier than the grullo stallion had anticipated; there was no swimming involved, for which he was very thankful. Swimming between the islands proved to be not only a hassle, but also a risk, considering the cold temperatures of early spring still lingered, especially at dawn and dusk. When Desmund arrives at the border, it is still early morning, and the sun has not yet breached the canopy of trees that cover the land. He steps confidently over the invisible border and into what will soon be his new home.

The first thing he notices is the smell. The lagoon reeks of women; their sweet scent hung thick in the air, nearly choking the grullo stallion. This was a place of men, why did the women seem to be taking over? Desmund snorted to himself at the thought; luckily for the bachelors, he was here to help balance out their gender ratios a little more. A little more testosterone could do them all some good, perhaps.

As he continues on, the ground gets increasingly moist, his hooves sinking and sticking in the thick goop. Every time he lifts a leg, he is met with resistance and a loud, annoying slurping sound as his hoof breaks the suction in the mud. Ugh. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea he's ever had. He's sure there are much more appealing territories out there. But he won't go to them. He belongs here, in the bachelor herd, not out there. After all he has done prior to coming to the Islands, he will not allow himself to run a herd. Or rather, he does not trust himself to run one.

Desmund finally manages to make it to a somewhat solid piece of ground, his hooves and lower legs now plastered in mud and feeling uncomfortable as it dries onto his fur. He groans and heaves a sigh, wondering, for a brief moment, why he does this to himself.

Because you deserve it.

seven / friesian mix / 16.3hh / grullo / lagoon / pippa
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