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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderPeyote |
The GeneralMarko |
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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 25, 2016 at 04:54:38 PM by KASABiAN & Evaline
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Kasabian reveled in the display of shock and awe on Evaline's otherwise stoic expression. It may have been tough to discern for Psychedelic, but Kasabian knew this mare too well. The gentle twitch of one yellow ear, the incessant chewing of her otherwise empty mouth, the way she blinked her big, brown eyes in quick succession. She was panicking. A sick smirk spread across the tawny stallion's dark whiskered lips as he watched her squirm, silently of course, under his hardened gaze. He took in a deep breathe, as if drawing her in, and then moved to amble tight circles around her. "Kasabian. I didn't know... When did you return?" She asked, but Kasabian said nothing, instead he allowed his eyes to inspect every inch of her, in such close proximity that he could see her shudder as his hot exhales touched her coat. "Please. Please let me me go." Something inside him burned furiously as she began to plead. It was like the final hinge of the locked door had been unlatched. For a second Kasabian forgot where he was and that Psych was present. He felt light headed. "Please Kasabian." "Shut the FUCK UP!" He shouted as he rounded her shoulder, the stallion launching into a half rear with his jaws parted. As he landed, he grasped her delicately pointed ear between his teeth and pulled until he felt it rip. Only then did he let go, his tongue moving feverishly against the top of his mouth as he played with the warm, metallic taste of her blood. Evaline squealed and cowered away from him, whimpering and shaking as she watched her oldest son move toward the painted stallion. Evaline had always made Kasabian believe he was dirt. That his whole life was of zero worth. And consequently, the buckskin stallion had nothing to show for it. The kindness that once made him who he was, his long-gone carefree and lackadaisical nature that had defined him, got him nowhere. Knowing that he had nothing left to loose made him dangerous. It was the only card he had left to play. "Where did you find her? Did you know who she was?" He asked bluntly, but not necessarily in a demanding tone. He swallowed again as he waited for a response, his own lobes flicked backward so he could still hear his mother's painful murmurs behind him. "Whatever the story is, I owe you. This bitch made my life a living hell. So we're going to return the favor." KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |