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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.

the white trash circus
Posted on September 10, 2014 at 05:35:05 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

If not for the mare he didn�t know � the gleaming one with her coat like polished gold � Psychedelic may have been more inclined to somehow veer closer to the first mare. She was a peculiar one to him even though he�d only seen her once before. Psychedelic�s face collapsed into a frown as she spoke � the brown one, that is � and he focused his attention on her in confusion. Everything she said was strange to him. First she�d asked him if he was real, then he claimed he was following her. The connections with sensibility struggled to click, reaching and failing until he was left blinking at her anguish riddled face.

The trance of his quiet eyes curiously watching her was broken, yet again, by the shiny mare. Psychedelic lifted his head and blew a soft snort of warm air, eyes slipping toward her.

Your attitude?

Psychedelic didn�t respond, only his ear gave a small twitch as if he�d heard something off to his left. When the gold mare announced that she and �Pila� were leaving (at least now he had a name), Psychedelic shifted his front legs as though rolling his shoulders in a shrug. He didn�t care � he didn�t need to care. The storm had stilled in the sky and the absence of thunder made him wonder if he might finally sleep. Without saying a word as he didn�t need to, the young stallion turned his head and his body around to the left, flicking out his white tail as he simply conceded to walk away in silence.

He wondered where her friend was � that male he�d seen her with before. Psychedelic had been informed what had actually happened (that he�d been too late to stop her friend from stealing her from the Lagoon) and felt bitter about the encounter as is.

What a weird fucking night.

�Amen.� Psychedelic muttered, content to leave the mares at his back.

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

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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