A pirate flag and
The Lost Islands


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.

A pirate flag and an island girl









A overwhelming feeling of dread climbs from the depth of her stomach, her pearly hide quivers with the anxiety. She can not help but feel as if she is being watched, she swivels her delicate crown around and squints through the thick foliage. She holds her unsteady breath, but she can not see more than a few feet behind her through the branches and thick bushes. Stepping from the forest her head jerks back and forth, her steps now unsteady and fearful. She swallows hard, in hopes that she could swallow the fear. A crack within the forest, causes her to falter in her forward motion. Her ears instantly lace into her creamy tresses, every inch of her body prepared for what would come from the forest. That was when the steal gray brute stepped into the clearing, a harsh snort erupts from her pink nostrils.


As he nears her, his intentions were clear, she may be young but she was not stupid. As he circles her like a predator, she warily watches him. With each step he takes she swings her hips away from him, following him in a tiny circle. She raises her head, she would not show him the fear that he so craved. "Thanks, but I don't need any assistance from the likes of you." Her words came out in a hiss, the words as malicious as she could muster. Her ears do not leave the base of her arched neck, she would have no part of him. Than in a flurry of motion he was throwing himself at her, reaching for the base of her neck. He had came from behind, in a feble attempt to take what he wanted. She squeals and unleashes her hind legs in a flurry of kicks, desperately trying to deter him.


She can feel his hot breath, the stench of his musk. Everything about him made her skin crawl. She breaks free from his hold, a few of her perlino tresses torn from the base of her neck. She had successfully avoided his first attempt, but she did not drop her guard. She warily watches him, waiting for what he would do next... She knew deep down, that he was not finished...She hoped that Dixon would come bursting through the trees and chase this brute away, but the hoped flickered.


Caesisus

a pirate flag and an island girl




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