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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 27, 2016 at 07:15:11 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Raw flesh, which was once pink, swollen and caked with dried blood, had since healed, giving way to scabs and hairless blemishes on the stallion's tawny hide. Enough time had passed for Kasabian's body to heal from his most recent battle against the two strangers in the Bay, but the feelings he harbored in the wake of the loss continued to fester internally. The unrest boiled within him, a desire for carnage and rage bubbled just under the surface. It was an itch he just could not scratch. So the buckskin stallion had kept to himself. He avoided his brothers in the Lagoon and stayed tucked deep within the trees for days. But when the musk of an intruder reached his nostrils, Kasabian set out with purpose to greet them. He needed a reason to channel this rage somewhere and to get out of this funk. Some of it, he knew he'd need to kill Evaline once and for all. And with Gabbar and Shamwari's interest in a rescue waning, he knew he must do it sooner rather than later. But a couple of buffoons who wandered into the Lagoon for no good reason at all, well, they were the perfect excuse to get him in the right mood. He moved slowly, and surprisingly not with much of his usual limp, toward the sound of the commotion. When he arrived he was surprised to find three horses in the middle of a scuffle. Kasabian hung back and merely watched for several minutes, chuckling at first just under his breathe as the two mares squealed and swiveled on their haunches, and some dumb red stallion just stood there and watched. Reginleif he knew. The mare was a ghost of the Lagoon, coming and going mostly as she pleased. The last time he'd see the flea bitten grey she managed to seduce him. He silently prayed now that the roundness that drooped from her belly wasn't his spawn inside. Nevertheless, he enjoyed watching her work now, moving quickly on her nimble hooves to drive the intruders further into the Lagoon. A sickening smile spread across his whiskered maw -- a hungry, primal need cracked open within his chest. As Reginleif was able to round the red stallion away from the other mare, Kasabian decided now was the best time to show himself. He snaked his way through the foliage until he was just behind the red stallion, and lunged forward with lips peeled back, and two rows of blunt, yellowed teeth bared and ready to snatch at the younger stallion's flank. As the buckskin stallion pulled away, hobbling safely a few feet out of striking distance, he erupted into a fit of wild laughter, his hearty, growl-like laughs loud and bellowed out from deep in his gut. After several minutes of this he looked back at the young stallion like he was a god damned fool, but appreciative of the show, nonetheless. "I'm feeling generous today." Kasabian hissed, his green eyes settling onto the grey mare he knew. "What should we do with them, Reginleif?" KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |