The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Peyote

The General

Marko

The Companions
None Druna None

The Thieves

Jormungandr
Khyber
Kristjan
Síhtríc
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.
we're the trash in your bed
Posted on August 12, 2016 at 04:48:28 PM by PSYCHEDELiC


Seeing as how her current level of irritation was enough to amuse him (for now), Psychedelic allowed her to sustain the cushion of space around her as she grazed. He meandered along the edges of their little clearing, taking a bite or two here and there of grass or lifting his head and flicking his ears toward any distant sound he heard. There was no telling when his brothers might come across this lady and what they might think to know Psychedelic had managed to do what bachelors of the Lagoon did best: piss off one of the island stallions.

Her question earned her a curious look and a flick of an ear, his weight having shifted as he leaned in a somewhat relaxed manner (but not quite so relaxed he cocked a back hoof). Psychedelic grinned and exhaled a bit from his nostrils in a noise of amusement. “Any stallion at my age that isn’t covered in scars is a coward who’s more likely to run from a fight than face it head on.” He remarked with a lazy tone in his voice, cream tail flicking idly at his hind. Immediately he thought of his father who’d screamed bloody murder the one time a stallion had tried to fight him. His gut twisted in shame and irritation.

With his ears having flicked back (at the memory of his father), he caught her next sentence and it made him chuckle before giving his head a shake. “Ah, but that’s the point, Sunshine. I hope your little boy comes to fight me for you. I hope that leggy black comes too.” Rage bit the underbelly of his tones. The black was far too proud and he wished he’d have stolen her just so he could have more time to try and break her down. There was something about her that just irritated him to his core.

When she asked after Rook, all Psychedelic could do was grunt as he shifted his weight from one side to the other. “No idea who that is. I’m guessing he took off a long time ago.” His amber eyes drifted to her and he grinned. “So sorry to disappoint you.”


we're the drunken gods of the living dead
WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD


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