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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 August 19, 2016 at 07:40:59 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The tawny colored stallion had been lurking among the darkest points of the Lagoon, quietly nursing the lingering wounds from the scuffle he and Psych managed to get into at the Dunes. Seeing the Arabian stallion had left a sour taste in Kasabian's mouth. There was a rage inside him that burned exclusively for Gabbar and his petty mouth. He wanted so desperately to teach such a high born stallion a lesson, to knock the fucker from his pedestal and smash his face into the muck. Maybe then he wouldn't trot around like he was better then the rest of 'em. Or maybe they could find a way to keep all those elitist dipshits confined to Salem -- the terrain that was best described as hell on earth -- for the rest of eternity. Kasabian continued to grumble insults under his breathe, his green eyes held half open as he rested his weak hip and licked absent-mindedly at a scabbing wound above his knee. That is, until he smelled her. It had been years, hell, half his life since he'd took in this particular mare's rich scent. And despite the time, the places she'd clearly been since and the stallion's who'd claimed her, he recognized it clearly as a perfume that could only belong to his mother. The buckskin stallion did not move immediately to follow it. Instead he stayed still, wondering if this was just another trick his faulty mind was playing on him. Or perhaps his sickness had escalated to a new level. But after a few minutes of wafting it in, he couldn't just stand there anymore. He had to investigate. So the stallion set off at a limping walk, out of the muck and toward higher ground, following the scent as it grew stronger. And eventually he spotted her, the mare's golden frame grazing among the shrubs, from where he stood behind the trees. For a while he just looked on, dumbfounded, his heart threatening to burst from the confines of his ribs with every passing beat. He saw Psych standing there with her, watching her as she grazed seemingly unfazed with where she stood. How did this happen? Why was she here? Kasabian emerged from the trees and strode toward the pair, his eyes deadlocked on the mare in front of him. He had hovered long enough to listen some to their conversation, where he was able to confirm that despite her aging, this shrewd mare was in fact, the Evaline who had given birth to him more than a decade ago. "Well hello, mother." He said in a short and curt tone, his green eyes wide and wild. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |