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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.

I’m looking to isolate me, terra incognita, baby (any)

The heady smell of mildew and rotting vegetation mixed with the musk of stallions greeted Dirk as he slipped through squat, tangled bushes and trees, heading towards the Lagoon. It had been years since he had been back here, and the smell was just the same as it had always been. It was comforting in a way. Some things never change.

Dirk himself was not as changed as one would expect after his time away. He had grown in height, yes, but though he was three years old now it was apparent that he was never truly going to fill out. He was still skinny and almost coltish in appearance with his narrow chest and hips, spindly legs, and sparse mane and tail. His pelt was light gold, accented by a dark dorsal stripe, black points, and a fine cobweb of dark stripes on his forehead. His mane and tail were and oily black, and the dark points spread up his pale legs like stains. Yes, Dirk looked much like he ever had, and there was still something dangerous in his eyes. ‘Smiler’ a young mare had once called him, because he smiled at the wrong things. An accurate name he supposed, if somewhat too glib for his taste. Thane would have hated it.

At that thought, one of those very smiles curled Dirk’s lips. Thane would probably hate him now too. The grullo stallion had never shown any great love towards the scrawny dunskin, but he had put up with him and his constant shadowing, and Dirk had learned much from the swamp king, even if he had not been meant to. But he had left… and now he was back, wondering just how much his idol would detest him.

Mud squelched under Dirk’s hooves as he entered the Lagoon, and he stopped for a moment, head low and cocked to the side. The thing that gave Dirk pause... was the distinct lack of any feeling. He was not sure what he had expected to feel, some sort of belonging perhaps, or a catharsis of sorts. A sign that he was home. Instead there was only the sucking of the soft ground under his feet and the scratch of a twig against his back.

The swamp’s welcome was a cold one.



- DIRK

And I'll take my papa's tricks
'Cause there's no help line in the sticks

Mutt | Dunskin (Ee Aa nCr Dd)| 15hh | 3 | Hintu x Sham | Gecko
text & character by Gecko; html by shiva


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