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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 August 4, 2015 at 00:03:11 AM by PSYCHEDELIC
Ears back, Psychedelic felt his heartbeat jump in his narrow chest, slamming hard and heavy against his ribs. As much as instinct pounded at his head to move, either forward in aggression or backwards in retreat, he stilled himself against the urge. He couldn’t say why, maybe he was a glutton for punishment and looked forward to her finding a wrinkle of skin to grab and tug. A bit of mud lifted from her movements and splattered back against the ground as she stopped just a few inches shy of his muzzle. Psychedelic’s ears flicked forward, nearly lost in the frizzy, tangled mess that was his mane which lay haphazardly on either side of his face. Jesus!! The voice in his head sounded winded, as though it’d just suffered a heart attack, and maybe it’d taken that reaction away from Psychedelic. A beat of silence passed and then a grin, this one wider than before, cracked over Psychedelic’s mouth. “Hah!” He barked out loud, followed by a bit more amused cackling that was only disrupted by the other mare, soon to name herself as Sinopa. A natural reaction to tug his neck from her teeth came when Sinopa bit down, just so, on his white splashed coat. But even though he’d pulled his head away, Psychedelic didn’t dare move, choosing to remain close to the pair of them instead. “Careful,” he warned in a low, teasing tone, “don’t start anything you can’t finish.” Sinopa and Tolinka. Most of the time Psychedelic didn’t care to learn names of mares. They came and went so often for him that he just remembered them by characteristics, normally being the colors of their coat. But for these two the names stuck almost immediately and he wouldn’t think of them as anything but what they were – Sinopa and Toli, the two sisters who intrigued him more than anyone had in a long, long time. I’ve got news for you, kid. You’re already crazy enough, its pry best to stay away from any more of it. Like Psychedelic was going to listen to that. He’d never been more magnetized to a pair of horses in his life! He tilted his head and let his eyes fall down to Sinopa, charming grin ready on his mouth. “I’m Psychedelic, but it’s a mouthful, so call me Psych.” Just as Hallucinogenic had been shortened to Hallu quite frequently, it seemed Narcissus had done one thing right by his father – naming his only child closely after his old man. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but want to play with them. They had that effect on him. He let his gaze drift back to Tolinka and he sidestepped, pulling his weight from Sinopa and walking in a large, lazy circle around them as he eyed them both in full. He moved up to Sinopa’s other side and said, “Unless you like a mouthful.” Before he winked, grinning wide. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
ooc: you hush that beautiful, beautiful face of yours, doll <33 ilu too~
Replies:
- even giants hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 4, 2015 at 01:44:27 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 8, 2015 at 03:27:27 AM
- h-h-hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 11, 2015 at 10:39:07 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 13, 2015 at 00:15:08 AM
- h-h-hit the ground - By sinopa+tolinka August 11, 2015 at 10:39:07 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 8, 2015 at 03:27:27 AM
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