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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 May 30, 2016 at 04:02:12 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian stood idly against the rough-edged bark of a leaning oak, green eyes staring into nothing. His nostrils flare, the soft, whiskered skin pulling tight as he inhaled, the sides of his golden barrel growing before he allowed a heavy, gurgling grunt to be released. He craved some kind of interaction, something healthy, constructive. That's why he's returned, after all. The Lagoon is the only place where he's ever been of use. But the buckskin stallion can't say he isn't surprised to find the place in ruins. The scents he does pick up on the spiny outlining trees are stale at best. The tracks of former brothers are dried and hollowed in the muck. They will fade with the remnants of snow that still intermittently coat the ground. He was losing himself. And in order to regain his sanity, to find just a glimmer of the man he once was and longed to be again, he had to do something. The pressures of being a band stallion had drove him mad. And his results were dismal. The only thing he was ever good at was putting together raids for the Lagoon. And that's what he would do again, he silently declared, as he stood at the border of the crossing. His former homeland. Of his former life. For a while, Kasabian stopped fighting it. Instead he had channeled the rage, the raw heat that radiated internally, into an aggression he had never felt before. At the time, relief passed through him, as if his body was rewarding him for finally giving into it. It came in surges, sometimes so intensely that he felt as if he was walking through a tunnel -- that anger was all that mattered. It made his most recent memory spotty. He could remember some blurry scenes of the time he'd spent ambling around with Shamwari, but the stallion didn't remember them fondly. There was a jealously Kasabian harbored within for his younger brother. Also a bastard but seemingly a more legitimate one than he, if that even made sense. Evaline had loved Shamwari. She had never loved him. He was half awake when the slopping sounds of heavy hooves in mud disturbed him. His weight shifted to balance evenly over all four limbs, the stallion wincing as his wonky hip and tender ankle bore the brunt of his weight, and his eyes blinked in succession until he could see clearly again. In the distance he spies the heavy-set frame of the light colored draft breed, ambling about with nothing to do. All the more reason for Kasabian to be here. "Thinking about hanging it all up and joining the Peak?" He cackles from his mud-slurped perch, watching the stallion as he assessed the rocky slope that lead to the rival sex's gaggle in the distance. A sly smirk works its way over his whiskered lips. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |