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Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c 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 17, 2014 at 09:15:56 PM by DESMUND

i die a little in every breath i take

Desmund knows he's being loud. The squishing of his hooves as he makes his way through the mud and the muck is sure to attract someone's attention sooner or later; not to mention the fact that they would surely smell him amongst their lands. That's just what he wants, though - to be noticed. He isn't just going to waltz in and consider himself a part of the Lagoon's bachelor herd; that was rude and, frankly, he knows that's how horses get hurt, by making stupid assumptions.

He resolves to stand on this small patch of ground and wait for someone to come across him. He can hear someone in the distance, but he doesn't move towards their sounds. He has had enough of trekking through mud for the time being, he will wait until they come to him. Eventually, they do, a colt and a mare appearing from behind him. He flicks his ears towards the child as he speaks.

Caliber, the foal says, and Desmund looks down at the black-and-white colt with stormy eyes. He glances over his shoulder at the mare he assumes is this colt's mother. There is a moment of silence, and then he speaks one short, simple word. "Desmund." He turns his face away from the foal and towards the mare. "This your kid?" He asks, turning his hefty body so that he is facing her. "He's cute. What's your name?" His dark eyes rest on her face, looking impossibly black in the dim light of the Lagoon. "Do you know who the guy in charge is?" He knows he assaulting her with questions, but there are things he needs to know, and he thinks she may be able to provide an answer for him.

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

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules