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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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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 December 2, 2015 at 07:43:36 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
“Better grazing?” He echoed, head tilted, and a thoughtful expression crossed his face. Years spent on the islands, particularly on Crossing Isle, helped Psychedelic understand where one should go when they needed something. It was difficult in mid-winter to find somewhere to eat, but being a creature of survival, he had a few ideas. “I can think of some better places to check. Come on.” He jerked his head and slowly turned his body, muscles beneath skin pleased for the movement as it stirred blood to circulate through them. He turned an ear to Rodrigo as well as an eye, paying attention to his brethren as the bay stallion spoke. As snowflakes settled on his shaggy winter coat, Psychedelic shook, snorting, his breath a white, steamy cloud at his front. It was only when Rodrigo made an assessment as to his person that a twisted smile graced his lips and a bark of laughter followed shortly thereafter. “Don’t tell me, you’ve got a mind to one day have a herd of your own?” He asked, casting a sidelong glance at his companion. “Personally, I think the whole structure of a herd is pointless.” He huffed and rolled his eyes as though to further accentuate the point of just how silly he found it. “One guy has to gather up these girls, keep them in one area, and constantly fight off any guy that comes around and decides he wants one. Not only that, you have to keep them happy. I mean, you don’t even have your own individual life at that point. You’re owned by a gaggle of women and everything you do is because of them. I’d rather just answer to myself and keep myself happy instead of doing that for a bunch of women.” He laughed. And this has absolutely nothing to do with your own upbringing, right? Right. He ignored the sarcastic comment that followed in his mind, though he so badly wanted to flatten his ears and grumble back a cruel reply. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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