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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 30, 2014 at 07:31:36 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

Psychedelic�s ears flicked as the colt said the first word, a small one but a confusing one nonetheless. S�? He asked himself but, before he could open his lips to request clarification, the colt was already a step ahead of him. First with a yes, then with a no, and then with an �I don�t know�. Psychedelic thought he�d been right to approach the guy, all tucked away by himself in the tree line here. His eyes squinted as he observed the dun�s legs give a shake and wondered if he was malnourished. But the time for questions would come later, for now Psychedelic stepped forward and offered his nose to exchange a huff of warm breath, taking the boy�s scent to remember it for later. His ears twitched when the kid spoke again.

Huh. Another one of the boss� kids?

Psychedelic frowned with curiosity but answered before he asked his own question. �Uh, you know I haven�t exactly run across him yet,� he was hesitant to tell the kid he�d been here for a little while with no sight of the boss, �but I�ve smelled his scent pretty strong just recently so my guess is he�s around here somewhere.� A part of Psychedelic wanted to avoid meeting the boss of the Lagoon. He�d failed two attempted steals and successfully kept one of the other boy�s prizes here at the Lagoon in a fight against a herd stallion and, while proactive, he wasn�t exactly sure he was ready to face the boss.

Your grandfather was the boss. You�ve got his blood in your veins.

Psychedelic ignored that reminder. For now he�d just envision the boss as some big, scary guy and hopefully be proved wrong when the time came. Maybe. Potentially.

The black of his pupils refocused on the cold. �What�s your name, kid?� He asked, ears flicking forward.

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