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.
we only bleed when we’re alive
Posted on October 19, 2014 at 06:34:57 PM by ROOK




Rook was used to being sneered at, but on this particular occasion he did not expect it – not after the mutually beneficial night they’d had together all that time ago. His expression darkening, he looked the mare up and down and wondered what the hell had crawled up her ass. It was then, as he recalled their first and last meeting, that something hit him: a possibility.I didn’t... did I? Fuck, I can’t remember.

Sex was often a blur for him, and it wouldn’t have surprised him if he’d been a little rougher with her than he should have been. All the same, it was a troubling thought.

Still, just like that their exchange had turned into an unpleasant one. Rook now stood with a tension that held his head high – high even for his breed – and burrowed his ears into his tangle of a mane. Anger flared in his chest. “You don’t know a damn thing about me,” he retorted, displeased that she would associate him with the lagoon in any way, shape, or form (even if she wasn’t half off the mark).

Then came the final bomb, and the tall stallion fell silent for a few long moments. His brow ridges furrowed together, and his good, dark eye glittered with panic as he looked her up and down. She still looked relatively slim to him, but that meant nothing on its own. “Bullshit,” he growled as a reflex. “And I’m the baby daddy, is that right? Oh hon, take your sad story somewhere else. Like maybe to one of the other stallions you banged.”

His face as sour as a lemon, Rook turned to leave – and stopped. ‘Aw, Rookie, you’re better than that,’ a mare’s cheerful voice echoed in his brain.

He closed his eyes and tried to block the memory out.


ROOK
friesian; Ee aa; 16’3; 10; left eye blind


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