An Element of Change

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.

An Element of Change
Posted on December 12, 2015 at 09:37:20 PM by Rachanna

Idealization was one word that could have described what the filly felt for her father. Her painted body was as much of an echo of him as her personality was of his, at least so she thought. Ever since she had first met him she had been determined to be as much like him as she could. If only she had been able to see him, be around him, and learn from him. Times she and her mother had come across Ruger had been brief and far between. Rachanna�s frustration mounted until at last she set off on her own. In the night, while her mother rested, the filly took off on her own, making her way in the general direction she had seen her father come and go. Dark brown eyes were determined to find him, no matter the cost.

Just as she started to leave the relative safety of the meadows and falls, the girl hesitated for just a moment. Her mother had cautioned her against venturing too far, and they had pointedly avoided the Lagoon. Now she lingered along the border of the stallion land, the stench of men as thick in the air as the scent of the marsh. Her soft nose flared and her eyes flashed. Ruger had hated other stallions coming anywhere near, so she hated the smell of stallions around her. But there was a lingering smell of her father, or of something simular to him, in the area. Snorting to herself she marched into the Lagoon, fearless and foolhardy.

Sounds reached her ears, the voice of a male. Once more a guttural anger flared in her. With a toss of her young head she raced towards the sound, ears flat against her head. She stopped just in front of the golden paint, her head high, as if she could intimidate him. �Who are you?� She snapped, completely uncaring that she was in his land, confident that she could fight or she could run.

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we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 13, 2015 at 11:20:17 PM
- An Element of Change - By Rachanna December 24, 2015 at 03:38:44 PM
  - we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC December 31, 2015 at 07:18:52 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