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.

Claws that catch.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit.

Dreadscale was not expecting anyone to see through their ruse, let alone a relation of Maleficent’s. All he wanted was a place to grow and be given the chance to be somebody; after all, it was difficult to be anyone living in the shadow of Asp! But no, this fleabitten (but pretty, in a regal, I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass kind of way) bitch had to come and ruin everything.

He could do nothing but shake as she barrelled down upon him, fully convinced that she was the thing nightmares were made of and that was when his white prize-but-not-really stepped forward with her ears flat upon her poll and her mane waving wildly with the motion.

“Go away,’ Maleficent said flatly, quietly, her voice octaves deeper and huskier than what was expected. She didn’t look afraid at all of possibly being run into by a freight train, and Dreadscale had to add another reason why Mal was amazing to the ever-growing list. She was so brave.

The snake-son shifted his weight, trying to avoid the possible collision while still trying to seem important. If anyone of his potential brothers saw this, he’d be a laughing stock.

...Goddammit.

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