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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 March 3, 2015 at 03:56:09 PM by S H A MWARI
I guess I didn't know what to expect. The men here were always on the defense, their first response to lash out rather than size up the situation. So I kept my distance when I found the painted stud standing alone under the willow tree. It was a melancholy scene, if I'm being honest. The proud and what looked like very strong stallion was alone, unhinged of sorts, standing under the only weeping tree surrounded by muck and fog. Perhaps it was a tell-tale sign of what life was supposed to be life here in the Lagoon. Sad. Lonely. Aggressive. When his jaw unhinged and his words were spat in my direction, my ears instinctively pinned back against my poll. Despite the several weeks I'd spent here alone, I still wasn't used to being talked to in such a way. It wasn't that I had a problem with authority (well, maybe I do,) but the general aggression that hung over each and every body here seemed, well, unnecessary. There seemed to be a lack of leadership, or at least comraderie that kept a team moving forward. Instead everyone was isolated and because of this, they were directionless and agitated. I didn't back down with Felony addressed me. Instead I merely snorted, warm carbon dioxide expelled from my whiskered nostrils and my heavy head ticked upward, balancing higher than my withers. My mouth was agape and ready to respond with some quick-whipped, snarky call when another appeared, a fit buckskin stallion who looked just as angry as Felony. A chill ran down the length of my spine as I watched him approach. I didin't know a lot about my brother. Mother had only given me few details. But something about him made me recognize her in him. This must be Kasabian. But then he spat at me too, and I was reminded of my purpose here. "I'm Shamwari. Ceowulf recruited me from the Prairie." I spoke calmly, not once flinching or moving an inch. "I was told to come to you for an assignment." 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
Replies:
- Only crime and the criminal - By Felony March 24, 2015 at 03:22:59 PM
- And its consequences keep you up at night - By KASABiAN April 8, 2015 at 02:55:07 PM - By closing tags April 8, 2015 at 05:54:11 PM
- [x] - By S H A MWARI April 8, 2015 at 02:55:52 PM