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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 05:52:45 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

Along the edges of the Lagoon, where the territory was tucked inland and became forest that separated the bachelors from other mingling grounds, Psychedelic grazed. His flat teeth tore at what little yellow, stringy, dead strands of grass still remained and he chewed with what appeared to be a rather bored expression. The snow hadn�t been able to fall under the tree line, caught instead by the thick green pine needles that never shed like other trees on Crossing Isle seemed to do. Wherever the young stallion could forage for food, he did, content to simply graze the day away.

Each step made with his left side produced a grimace of pain but it was his hip that complained the most. The hit his opponent had kicked there had been a decent one, enough to allow the pain to linger as it slowly healed. The cold only made it worse, settling into his bones and radiating the dull ache when he shivered.

Psychedelic had come into the Lost Islands with a laugh on his lips and now, just a few short seasons later, he appeared grumpy. His ears were turned back (though not pinned) and his gaze was a hard glare. He was dissatisfied with a lot of things but mainly his source of irritation lied with the orders he followed in the voice he listened to. If it were simply up to Psychedelic, he would have left. Life abroad the mainlands had seemed like much more fun than what was turning out to happen here. Here Psychedelic had engaged in all sorts of actions he never thought he�d take.

You�re starting to bum me out.

Psychedelic�s ears pulled back against his skin in response and then lifted shortly after.

Come on bud! Cheer up!

It was as if they�d switched sides. Psychedelic had always been the silly tease with quick wit, ready to pester the voice until it screamed in exasperation. Now it was the opposite, the voice was doing the teasing and Psychedelic was half-tempted to start banging his skull against a tree to shut it up.

Let�s not do that.

�Shut up.� Psychedelic grumbled, lowering his lips to a little patch of yellow grass he�d found. Just as he plucked away a few strands and began to chew them, he caught sight of movement further inside the Lagoon. Psychedelic lifted his head and peered curiously, trying to see if he recognized the figure. There were very few bachelors he knew which made it easy to realize the colt was not one of them.

Go say hi.

�But my hip hurts.� Complained Psychedelic. �And my shoulder.�

You big baby. Get your ass moving and go talk with the kid.

Psychedelic grumbled like a teenager being forced out of bed before sighing loudly and turning toward his right side. Limping, he made slow work of the distance between the pair and, as he came up to him, jerked his chin upright to bounce his forelock out from his eyes. His hooves crunched the icy, snowy ground and felt the slush crumble beneath his weight. �Hey.� He said when he was close enough to simply talk. �Slim pickings around here, eh?�

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