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.
we're the trash in your bed
Posted on September 24, 2016 at 07:19:56 PM by PSYCHEDELiC


Knock knock, motherfuckers.

Oh! Were we expecting company? You didn’t tell me we were. I would have tidied up more.

Psychedelic snorted, eyes rolling as he looked from the dense shadows the thick seaside forest of the Lagoon provided as it butted up to the beach the territory earned its name for. While he’d only been mildly surprised the leggy black and the bay stallion had taken some time to come, he wasn’t exactly shocked to see them here now. His ear twitched and he pulled his eyes from them toward the innards of his home, wondering if he would see the swelled-belly of Sunshine as she made her way toward them. For a moment he fancied remaining off to the side and observing, finding it amusing to let them think they might get her away so easily only for him to pop out at the last moment.

But waiting was boring and he was a creature who craved constant entertainment.

Psychedelic only had eyes for the leggy black and he was convinced it wasn’t attraction; he was convinced it was rage. All anger spawns from somewhere and he didn’t want to sit and analyze it for too long in case he stumbled across a realization he didn’t quite like.

He walked casually with no outward sign of aggression, eyes holding both of them in curious regard but inevitably straying toward the leggy black. Her body-type reminded him of that one he’d fought off years ago on this very beach… Psychedelic flicked his tail at his hind in faint irritation, yet he continued moving at a casual pace.

“Oh, hey,” he said as he stopped short – enough of a distance to show he understood their position as enemies but close enough to carry a conversation without yelling at each other. His eyes briefly flashed to the stallion but returned just as quickly to her. “Did you change your mind about coming to live with me, Legs?” He played at a frown, glancing toward the stallion – he knew his name was Gabbar but didn’t care to address him by it. “Seems kinda weird you brought your boyfriend, but I can get that freaky if that’s what you want.”


we're the drunken gods of the living dead
WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD


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