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Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c 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.

In my scabbard was a Peacerose.
Posted on September 30, 2015 at 09:38:29 AM by R O D R I G O

�For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.�
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

Sorrow manifesting to a love that kept
On living beyond even death,
Sprung and bloomed and took a breath
And fluttered colors of hope for thee,
A bloom for all the world's tyranny.
�

Rodrigo let his mind wander to things he had missed. By now perhaps little Taika was well on her way growing into a mare, with her mother looking over her with a stern but loving hand. Ysabel would see to them in his absence, the Pirate Queen of Calphir seemed more than capable of handling herself. Rodrigo might even say he missed the lady for her candor and rugged antics. She was truly a wild thing from the desert. His mind wandered further away from the islands to a peaceful place that was likely already snowed in. Beneath the frost and the frozen topsoil a grave of someone very dear to him. Somewhere else in the great big world was another of his blood and he also hoped this one was well. So much had passed and while the peaceroses still eluded him, he found he was content to smile simply being here. Rodrigo had no reason really to stay other than to continue his search, but even if he were to leave�he was at least grateful to the gods for all that he had crossed here.

He did not catch the approach of the painted brute initially, sharp senses were still dulled by his fatigue and his hearing on one aud still shot. His eyes caught the approaching one when he was but a few paces away. His crown rose and dark eyes studied the one, a smile formed as the smaller one neared and addressed him. This one was a ball of energy just about every time he saw him, and while they had not formally met just yet, he thought this one interesting. The bay chuckled softly. "I've seen easier winters than this�yes. Bitter cold this season." Nares flared as he registered the scent. He tossed his head at the other's trying at guessing his name. Or was he guessing? "Indeed. I am Rodrigo. You are�Psychadelic?" Rod asked as a question to be sure he spoke the name correctly, though he was fairly certain who he was talking to. The beast had been coming and going through the Lagoon borders often enough, ears open and this was a name that was rather frequently mentioned. He had a charm that made him likeable�even if he might have ghosts that haunted or else accompanied him everywhere.

OOC: <3

RODRIGO
the spaniard

html by shiva for vnes 2015; pattern by javabean_dreams @ colourlovers

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we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC October 22, 2015 at 08:23:40 PM
- In my scabbard was a Peacerose. - By R O D R I G O October 28, 2015 at 01:07:41 PM
  - we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 2, 2015 at 07:43:36 PM

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules