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.
the white trash circus
Posted on August 15, 2014 at 02:50:36 PM by PSYCHEDELIC

WE'RE THE DRUNKEN GODS OF THE LIVING DEAD
we're the voice, we're the voice, we're the voice in your head



This is dumb.

“You’re dumb.” Grin cracking across his mouth, Psychedelic felt proud of his comeback. The pale white tail at his hindquarters flagged off his rump, a flashy gait to his step as he trotted along the sandy shoreline, kicking little granulates into the air behind him.

No. Seriously. Like, your existence is dumb. Your father couldn’t have ever gotten laid. No, wait, it wasn’t that. Your father was too in love with himself to ever be with someone else. I feel like this is just some ploy. None of this makes sense.

“You don’t make sense.” He said again, his grin climbing higher quite cheekily. A bark of a mad giggle trickled out shortly after, startling a sparrow that chirped and fluttered off to the trees.

And why are you coming to the islands? WHY DOES EVERYONE COME TO THESE DANG ISLANDS?

“You’re coming to these dang islands.” Shaking his head and closing his eyes, Psychedelic lifted his chin as though he were a bird fluffing up his feathers.

…That wasn’t even an insult. Stop being such a child.

“You’re being a –”

ENOUGH!

Psychedelic slammed to a screeching halt, smile slipping from his mouth as though it had been physically slapped away. He blinked once, twice. His breathing was measured as though he was afraid to do it too loudly. As if he were a child that had done something wrong and was waiting for the parent to punish him, Psychedelic stood completely rigid. With his handsomely marked face dipping low and his tail dropping against his hindquarters a low, hot breath slipped from his mouth. The birds chirped, the tide carried on its harmonious tune, and the world spun on all while Psychedelic remained absolutely still.

Good. Now, while you’re paying attention the plan is to go to the Lagoon – YES, the one your father was born at, the one your granddad died at – and join the boys there. Now look, they’re probably going to hate you. Let’s face facts, you’re pretty damn annoying. But if you let me do the talking we might have a shot.

A pause.

Got it?

“Mhm.” Nod. Nod.

Good. Let’s go see what this Lagoon even is.

The stallion walked along the border of the Lagoon, eyes momentarily on the late autumn sun glistening bright over the water. His dark-tipped ears flicked to and fro, catching the various noises of horses milling over the vast expanse. Excitement bubbled and rolled within him. To think his father had been a little squirming mess, fighting out of his birth sac on this very earth. To think his grandfather had collapsed, died, and rotted away into the muck that made this place. Fascinating!!

Psychedelic’s gaze flicked as he noticed someone noticing him. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered.

Show time.


we're the trash, we're the trash
WE'RE THE TRASH IN YOUR BED


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