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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesJormungandrKhyber Kristjan Síhtríc Tribulation |
The AssociatesAziziAtticus Leukos Lucifer Salinger Thranduil |
The SoldiersKheldarVaingard Rosto |
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The TrinketsNone |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringNone |
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. |
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Posted on October 6, 2014 at 09:49:20 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. When Kasabian arrived in The Lost Islands as a younger stallion, he was nothing. He was a vagabond, a soul who drifted through the peak years of his life almost completely unnoticed. He didn't care about the weight his name carried among the others islanders. But that was before. His priorities had shifted. He wasn't a drifter anymore. He had a permanent home now, and he had something to prove. Rade was barely a blip on his radar. Despite being generally jovial by nature, Kasabian had no alliance, nor a care in the world, for the golden roan stud he sought out today. All he knew was that he had Pilar, and he was determined to bring her back home. The common way to do that among land-owning men was to battle it out, and though that wasn't his first choice, he was willing to do it. So archaic, he mused, but Kasabian didn't make the rules. Raw flesh, which was once pink, swollen and caked with dried blood, had since healed, giving way to scabs and hairless blemishes on the stallion's tawny hide. Enough time had passed for Kasabian's body to heal from his most recent battle against Lyden, but the feelings he harbored in the wake of the loss continued to fester internally. The unrest boiled within him, a desire for carnage and rage bubbled just under the surface. It was an itch he just could not scratch. So the usually happy-go-lucky stud had kept to himself. He avoided those with whom he lived with at the Ridge. He strayed among the peaks and meandered awkwardly over the rock-riddled paths. He grazed haphazardly when he had to. Kasabian felt as if he had lost control -- as if he was impersonating someone else. He didn't know who he was anymore or why he felt like this. There was so much to be thankful for -- his friends and the land in which he lived, to start. But something else had washed over him. Something vile. Something with ill intent. It soured everything else. There were brief glimpses when Kasabian would feel like himself. Like when the young red roan colt approached him near the heart of the Lagoon. Whatever malice that pumped through him seemed to temporarily evaporate, giving way to a kinder demeanor, and the tawny stallion's hardened expression softened, if only for a moment. A smirk even cracked his lips as the yearling approached in such a friendly way. Kasabian welcomed him with a neutral nicker. "You know a guy named Rade?" He asked, emerald eyes darting from the young stud to their empty surroundings. It would be foolish of him to think that most members of the Lagoon would welcome him so kindly. But Kasabian had no time to inquire further before Rade appeared, hastily joining the conversation and butting the colt out of view. Instinctively Kasabian recoiled, lobes flicked back against his poll. The darkness returned, cloaking him with a hungry, gritty smile, one that revealed the primal source of rage that seemed to be slowly encompassing him all together. Emerald eyes studied the stranger for a second longer. He searched for any obvious disadvantages in his confirmation, if the man indeed planned to strike out. Nostrils flared in quick succession as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. "I'm just here to talk." He spoke, extending a front leg and pawing at the ground. "I'm looking for Rade." KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |