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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 October 7, 2016 at 06:32:51 PM by KASABiAN
 And its consequences keep you up at night. Remnants of Kasabian's drink pool at the bottom most point of his chin, collecting in the whiskers there and slowly dripping back into the depths from which they came. Eventually the buckskin stallion's lips crack open, and his tongue laps at the edges of the skin around his muzzle that is still dark and damp with liquid. Kasabian is irritated, perturbed by his brother's and Gabbar's indifference. Something about the long lapse of time between Evaline's capture until now just didn't sit right in his gut. He knew that Shamwari cared for the pitiful old wench. He knew Gabbar was the type to come in guns blazin' with every intention of winning her back. What he didn't understand, was the hold up. A golden lobe flicks forward and back as Psychedelic speaks. Kasabian bobs his head once, but otherwise the scowl across his lips remains deeply etched into his features. But when Psych speaks again, this time specifically about Evaline's worth, Kasabian's ears fall flat against his poll. His green eyes reel back into tight slits as he cocks his head to glare at the painted stallion, whom up until this point, has been nothing but a loyal recruit for the Lagoon. Psych was always up for a good fight. Hell, he was the one who brought Evaline to him, after all. But the sickness was taking over. Psych said the wrong thing at the wrong time, and suddenly, Kasabian's heart beat was quickening. He could feel a strange warmth in his chest. His nostrils flared as his breathes became thicker and louder. Kasabian swallowed hard in an attempt to suppress the urge to reach out and bite Psychedelic. An incessant hunger within continued to urge him to do it. "Stop talking, you fucking idiot." Kasabian said finally, his eyes held tightly shut now as the stallion waited for the sensation to pass. "We have to kill her. You understand that? We kill her tonight. No more waiting." Kasabian didn't open his eyes when he heard a loud masculine whinny from a voice he didn't recognize. It wasn't Gabbar and it wasn't Shamwari, so he didn't care. He waited to hear Pysch retreat a few steps toward the intruder before he finally opened his eyes and took several deep breathes. Only then did the tawny stallion cock his head to one side, one green eye staring down a lone stallion in the distance. KASABiAN 13 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |