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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 29, 2016 at 02:34:01 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. A wicked grin etched its way across the buckskin stallion's whiskered lips when he spies the tall black mare emerge from the shore and the finer bay stallion behind her. So Gabbar had finally come for his little golden mare. If only Kasabian had killed her the night before. He would have had the satisfaction of seeing Gabbar's face when he told him she was no longer alive. A golden earl lobe flicks forward as he watches from within the Lagoon's dense foliage as Psychedelic approaches, his interest keen on the dark mare. That was fine with him. Kasabian wanted Gabbar all to himself. So the tawny stallion emerges from the thicket, striding out at a brisk and defensive pace, halting only once he was standing a few feet in front of the bay stallion. His green eyes briefly survey his mare counterpart and his own painted brother before falling back onto the lead stallion of the Dunes. "Well, well, well. So kind of you, Gabbar, to join us after all this time." Kasabian hisses, his dark tail whipping wildly across his haunches. Perhaps if Kasabian knew his father, he could come to understand this fog that clouded his mind. This sickness that coursed through his veins and poisoned whatever good was still left in his life. But the tawny stallion never knew his father. Evaline, filled his head with fantastic lies about this phantom character all his life, and it wasn't until recently that Kasabian began to question what he had been told. Kasabian didn't realize that he was the product of rape. His mother, manhandled by some stranger more than a decade ago, and his father, some beast who had spread his sickness through his genes. The madness had taken root and grown slowly but feverishly as Kasabian aged. It blossomed now at the ripe year of 13 within his brain. Kasabian stopped fighting it a while ago. Instead he channeled the rage, the raw heat that radiated internally, into the aggression he needed to remain vigilant in this battle. Relief passed through him, as if his body had rewarded him for finally giving into it. "I take it you're here to see Evaline." He says, before sounding off a shrill whinny into the forest behind them in an effort to force the golden mare to reveal herself. "Take a good look. She'll be dead before the end of the day." KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |