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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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The Companions |
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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 31, 2015 at 07:18:52 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
One ear flicked at the filly, Rachanna, as she named herself. He could sense the nerves rolling off her young, trembling body and, in truth; they made him nervous as well. Psychedelic didn’t do well around kids, or so he told himself (choosing to forget that time he’d almost talked birds and the bees with the kid named after a lion). He couldn’t quite comprehend the idea of children, given that he’d never been around any for any long, drawn out period of time. He knew they were little, he knew they’d one day get big, and he knew if he tried to hurt them and mom was around he’d get his ass beat black and blue. That information alone was enough to stay far, far away from them. Thus, given the filly’s nervousness, Psychedelic kind of wanted to stay far, far away from her. How could he help her relax, after all? What the hell did he know about kids? Then came the screams. Psychedelic’s nostrils flared, eyes rolling white, and he twisted his head toward the direction the sound had come. His ears pushed forward and the child was forgotten as he strained to listen. While Psychedelic was sort of… chaotic neutral (or neutral evil) there were others here in this Lagoon that weren’t so… chill. “I can’t find my mom.” Ah, shit. Psychedelic looked back at the filly. It was too much of a coincidence – angry screams, one obviously a mare’s, a lone filly in the Lagoon, unable to find her mother… The good thing to do would be to distract her, not let her get anywhere close to whatever drama was going down across the bog, less she were to get permanently injured by mistake – or worse. A full-grown horse could take a beating… a young filly? He mulled over his options. Psychedelic didn’t want to be a hero; he didn’t want to care about this little girl. He wanted to shrug, say tough luck, and be on his way OUT of the Lagoon before the fight even had a chance to accidentally swing his way. He didn’t want this little girl’s life on his conscience if she was stupid enough to be drawn toward the sound of fighting horses. Why couldn’t he just shrug it off and leave then? Why did he stand here with a sinking feeling in his gut and his heart pounding in his chest? You idiot. Yeah. Pretty much. “Well uh, that… sucks? Maybe we could… uh… look for her over this way?” He said, gesturing with his muzzle the exact opposite direction of where the confrontation was happening. So much for being a neutral anything. ooc: your call! If she rushes off to the fight, Psychedelic won’t follow – but he’ll be a little privately torn up about it. He’s trying to pretend he doesn’t care, dangit Rachanna! WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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