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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 December 24, 2015 at 03:12:57 PM by Tithe

.:|TITHE|:.

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

The cool autumn breeze did not seem to sway the feeling that lingered in the Lagoon. The muggy feeling of the swamp was a constant weight dragging at him, hanging in the thick hair that covered his body. Maybe it was just his feelings towards the Lagoon itself. He had walked seasons in the muck and the grime, never feeling dry. What he saw when he moved through the trees were stallions snarling at each other. He witness the cruelty of their leader against those among their ranks. He watched the mindless power struggle and stepped in front of a child before she could witness the madness further. The boy�s heart broke at what he witness in the family. When he had first stepped into the Lagoon he had donned his armor. In the wet he could feel it rust.

Thick dark grey hair covered his friesian body. Naturally dense mane and tail were thicker with his father�s mixed blood coupled with his mother�s pure lines. His time on Tinuvel trained his body to prepare for a cold winter that would not exist here. His coat was thick, and damp. Body hot, and the boy was uncomfortable in every way. Away from home, away from everything he knew, with only two goals on his mind. One of which had yet to show its face.

I will only give birth to kings. His mother�s voice whispered constantly in his ear. Beating him down with every breath he took. He knew there was a fire that burned in his heart, he just didn�t know what made it burn.

Carefully he picked his way through the mud, giving up on trying to keep his hooves free of the muck. Eventually his legs would be chiseled from carrying the extra weight on his feet. Every so often he would lift his head to make sure he was alone before carefully studying something that was around him. Though the cold did not grip the Lagoon like it did on the rest of the island, the leave still changed their color. Dark ears and dark eyes peered at the shifts in colors with a curiosity that would have held a child. The young knight admired the change, and drank in the color. There was a beauty to the change that happened before his eyes, independent of all else that was happening around it. One ear twitched and he snorted, saddened that the cold meant many of the frogs he had followed in his free time had abandoned him for warmth elsewhere.

A heavy sigh escaped him and he pressed on, aimless in his travels, not even half-heartedly looking for the man who sired him. There was a shape that caught his attention and a new smell. Tilting his grey head, the friesian colt stepped towards the stranger. The other stallion had saltwater still caked onto his body. Obviously new.

�Greetings.� Tithe called politely in his smooth, solid voice, a flick of his tail accompanying his word. �Welcome to the Lagoon.� He even nodded his head in respect to the older male. This man was new, fresh out of the ocean. Not the adversary he sought, and not guilty of the crimes he had seen. Worthy of respect until proven otherwise.

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

FALLO X AMARRANTHE

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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