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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 September 21, 2016 at 04:46:27 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin stallion lowered his head to drink. As he did so, he bent at the knee of his front leg, giving some brief reprieve to the pain that pulsated where the mare in the Bay had struck him successfully. Golden lobes lay flat against his poll when he heard a disturbance in the distance. But still, the stallion drank solemnly, only paying attention to whoever was emerging from the woodwork once he'd drank his fill. Kasabian's jaws churned absentmindedly, the remnants of his drink falling back into the pool in random spurts as he did so. His stare remained locked of Pysch as he approached, watching quietly as his friend wandered over. Kasabian nickered to him once he was close enough, but didn't move from his position at the pool's bank. He didn't want to give way to a limp or painful misstep, even in front of Psych. When his friend addresses him, the buckskin stallion merely bobs his head. "Hey." He grumbles in an apathetic tone. The stallion's tail whips gently in the crisp breeze, hoping to send a few pestering flies away from his legs. The Lagoon must be one of the only terrains in all the islands that still accumulated bugs in the winter. Kasabian blamed it on the land's unnaturally humid and muggy conditions. "Just got back from a little jaunt around the islands." He said, hoping to spur some kind of conversation. He eyed Psych again now. "Isn't weird how quiet it is around here? All these little bands living peacefully and whatever?" He was rambling, but maybe he was onto something. "And how long has Evaline been here now? And that dipshit Gabbar hasn't once tried to come and get her?" He snorts as he continues to weigh this. Kasabian is hardly afraid of the bay arabian stallion. On the contrary, he wanted him to come. But he was beginning to lose interest. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |