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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.

we only bleed when we�re alive
Posted on October 22, 2014 at 07:39:45 PM by ROOK

'Fuck you,' she said. The rest of her words might as well have been nonsense, for all Rook heard the next few minutes was the roaring of his own blood in his ears. That, and the voice of a mare long dead.

"Fuck me? You already did," he muttered half-heartedly, eyes still clamped shut as if it would make his situation more bearable. Yet, as unpleasant as this was, the memory he was trying to escape was even more so. Get out of my head. I don't need you right now, he thought, and his brain hurt with the effort of squeezing the mental image out of his mind.

Then all at once there was silence: complete quiet but for the crash of the ocean in the distance and the warble of a nearby bird. The mare had finished her rant, and with it had disappeared the voice inside his head. Rook opened his mismatched eyes and stared blankly out across the landscape, hardly taking in the greens and browns and blues of the lagoon. Everything seemed dull and distant.

He'd had a child, once, a child he had treated far too badly and had hardly missed when her mother took her away. Who knew how many others were out there: others he didn't know about, others that lived and breathed and went about their day not knowing who their sire was? Wasn't it about time he stopped the cycle in its tracks?

You just had to go and fuck everything up again, didn't you? he mentally chided himself.

Slowly, as if moving too quickly would shatter the tension in the air, the stallion turned until he could look the little palomino mare in the eye again. His expression was taut and unreadable.

"What do you want of me, then? If it's mine, like you say, what do you expect me to do about it? I can't unfuck you. And I've done the dad thing before; it's not for me. No, it's most definitely not for me." He snorted. "You're a big girl: can't you just fuck off back the way you came and ruin the kid's life all on your own?"

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

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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