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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.

Pay Me My Dues
Posted on October 24, 2015 at 08:17:31 PM by Tithe

.:|TITHE|:.

...Before I Take What I'm Owed.

He was greeted by Psychedelic before the boss spoke to him. An ear flicked in his direction, a brief tick of his lips showed the signs of a smothered smile. This place was still new to him and he did not know where he stood. The painted stallion had been friendly to him, talking to him kindly when the colt had first visited the Lagoon to see the place he would be living. Tithe knew he could not show it on his face, or in his body, but he was thankful to the gold and white. It comforted the colt to know not everything in this place, or in this life, was built on revenge and fear.

The young boy looked directly back at the stallion, his own ears pinning briefly back into his spiked mane, his previous feeling vanishing in a breath. It was the first blow of the hammer, forming his shield. Dark eyes looked over the painted man before him and the little colt from Tinuvel took a mental step back just as the fiery beast Amaranthe had tried to foster surged forward to take control of the still forming soul. As smooth as he could he let out a soft snort through his nose.

Speak? �And say what?� His tones were void, betraying nothing. �Hide who you are. Do not let them see your fear. Do not be afraid. Be strong. You are there for a reason.� His mother�s montras echoed endlessly through his mind. There was never an escape. It had been clearly impressed in him that this was where he was meant to be.

colt : friesian mix : 16hh : grey (black)

FALLO X AMARRANTHE

html � dante.

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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