<font face=times size=2 color=8A0808>I am the nightmare that became <font color=grey>reality</font></font>

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.

I am the nightmare that became reality
Posted on January 16, 2016 at 04:23:44 AM by Ruger

Ruger

stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf

The sun had reached its peak and now was starting to descend, the colors casting across the snow that lay coated over the Lagoon. As Ruger walked through the territory, it was crunching that greeted his ears instead of the normal sucking of mud. Though he would never admit it to anyone, the stallion enjoyed the sound. It meant that for a full season, his father would become a recluse and wouldn�t be found except on the rare few times. Today was no different as Ruger had found the stallion tucked away beneath the willow tree that he could most always be found at.

But since finding Felony, Ruger had long since departed from the area that his father frequented. Instead, it was a different scent that he searched for. Zimri. He had avoided her like the plague, not wanting his father to use her as an example again or worse, using Rachanna as an example of what happens when you defy the boss. But today would be different.

The black and white stallion suddenly halted; his nostrils flaring as he finally picked up more than just a faint scent of her perfume. It was fresh and strong along with the scent of Rachanna. They were close and Ruger felt his heart give a heavy thud in his chest. Taking a deep breath to let it out slowly, he watched as his hot breath clouded in the cold air to rise up above his head. Giving a snap of his tail against his fuzzy winter haired flanks, the stallion stepped out into a trot this time. The snow that clung to his hooves went flying off in clumps as he tossed up the loose powder against his belly and behind him.

As he came to the edge of the clearing, Ruger stopped among the trees. His golden eyes peered out of the shadows to gaze upon the blue roan mare; her sides swollen with life. Though he had not seen her, he had scented the change in her long ago. Ruger knew the difference; he had smelled it upon other mares as well during their extent in the Lagoon. It was no surprise, but he still felt his anger boil up within him. Zimri was supposed to be his; the light he needed to guide him out of this dark world. But his father�s hold was much stronger than he realized, choking what little light he found until it was snuffed out. But no matter how little light he found in himself, he refused to think that Zimri�s was gone as well.

Giving a low deep nicker; one that wouldn�t be heard much farther than this clearing, Ruger stepped out of the trees and into the clearing. Though his stride was confident as he approached, his body language was not. His neck arched somewhat, his chin tucking close to his chest while his ears flicked forward and he gave her a wary look. Ruger didn�t know how Zimri would accept him; didn�t know how she would blame him. But he had come to her now in a time that he needed her; in a time that he thought they would not be caught.

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Sing Me A Sweet Sweet Song - By Zimri January 21, 2016 at 03:20:23 AM

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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