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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 April 8, 2015 at 02:55:07 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. There was something rather peculiar about this boy. Kasabian watched him squirm under his hardened gaze. For some reason, Shamwari seemed more uncomfortable around him than the painted brute standing next to them -- the one who had the authority to dole out orders and punishments. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. There were, however, some similarities between he and Shamwari. He couldn't help but be reminded of his mother whenever he stared into the red-colored boy's eyes. Kasabian hadn't thought of Evaline in some time. The palomino mare was nothing more than a stranger to him these days. At best, she was a distant memory, from a period of his life he hoped nothing more than to forget. Evaline had been a ruthless caretaker -- cold and angry. She spit on her first born, her only son at the time, for her own carelessness of getting pregnant. That mare wasn't worth the waste of space, or the waste of air they all shared. When Felony spoke, Kasabian's lobes flicked instinctively against the back of his poll. It was harder for him to take orders from stallions of his own age, but that's what you get when you abandon your herd and want to join the ranks again. Kasabian snorted something foul in response, but bobbed his heavy head, the matted strands of his thick mane rapping at the side of his golden neck. He would obey. The buckskin's gaze then fell over the boy again. He barred his teeth at him, his neck arching so his bite could reach his rump. "Aye! Get moving!" KASABiAN 11 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |