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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 September 19, 2016 at 05:05:56 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
Psychedelic was spending more time away from his captured prize than he was spending in her company. Sure, throughout the day he meandered nearby where she was or lingered close enough so he might study her gold coat through the thick vegetation, but it was only means for security than anything else. The initial hazing of the mare had been an amusement, Psychedelic feeding off the rage which Kasabian birthed black into the world, but when Psychedelic was alone with her he wasn’t as amused by the treatment. Because Psychedelic was not inherently a cruel creature, but nothing more than a semi-destructive child. He enjoyed flexing his power when things went south and was becoming easier to prod into violence, but he didn’t quite become violent with little reason. Of course, he’d also noticed the large swell of her belly, too. Mazel tov! Psychedelic’s ears flicked back as his lips pulled in a grimace. He often told himself he didn’t much care for children; they were worthless little brats who were too idiotically curious about the world for their own good. Yet there had been quite a few times in his past in which he’d found himself begrudgingly buddied up to a child. As much as he wanted to say he loathed them, something happened to him when he was around them and he couldn’t help but help them out in whatever they needed. He could only hope the sight of his own brats wouldn’t make him quite so weak. The idea of being a father really freaked him out and he hoped if Evaline was still around when the foal was born, she’d hate him so much she wouldn’t tell the kid he was their father. Wait a second… are you saying you don’t want her here anymore? Psychedelic’s ears flattened, but his eyes shot out around him as if to be certain he was absolutely alone… as if there may have been someone who was privy to the voice in his head and could know exactly what had just been said. HAH! You don’t?! What?! WHY??!! If there was one thing Psychedelic had learned in his life thus far, it was that the voice in his head really loved it when Psychedelic was put in a conflict of personality traits. Ohh… you don’t happen to feel guilty for what you’ve done, do you? Does looking at her make you sick? Do you remember the stories dear ol’ Daddy told you of your Gramps? Afraid you’re going to wind up just as messed up as he is, are you? This is the second lady you’ve harmed for no good reason… “SHUT UP!” Psychedelic snapped, head lifting, eyes rolling and ears pinned. His front hoof dug insistently at the cold ground in front of him in quick, tight motions. “I had orders. What the hell was I supposed to do?” He said in some attempt to make up for the wrongs he’d committed. So you like being the boss’ little pet, do you? Psychedelic snorted, shaking his head and pawing again, leaving a decent trench in the cold ground. “I don’t feel guilty for shit.” He spat, but caught the sight of movement through the trees and into the clearing, a bit of gold that momentarily made him feel as if he was going to start walking the opposite direction. Yet, when he flicked an ear and turned his gaze that way, he noticed it was the boss rather than Kasabian’s dear mother. The last thing he needed to do was start avoiding Kasabian; then there really would be something wrong and Psychedelic would have to come to terms to all of it. Psychedelic drew a breath and exhaled as he turned, hoping his voice hadn’t carried through the otherwise dead silence of the lagoon. He was a bit sweaty from how worked up he’d been, and the cold winter air seemed even colder, but he attempted to appear more nonchalant as he walked from the forest and toward the communal pool. His eyes flicked over to Kasabian. “Sup, boss?” WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
Replies:
- And its consequences keep you up at night - By KASABiAN September 21, 2016 at 04:46:27 PM
- i feel my soul on fire - By marius September 27, 2016 at 10:17:28 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC September 30, 2016 at 08:04:41 AM
- Appetite is lust at best - By KASABiAN October 7, 2016 at 06:32:51 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC September 30, 2016 at 08:04:41 AM
- i feel my soul on fire - By marius September 27, 2016 at 10:17:28 PM
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