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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 November 5, 2016 at 03:42:18 PM by Ruger
Ruger stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf
It was dark; clouds covering the sky as Ruger crossed into the shadowed territory. The musk of men immediately assaulted his nose, the delicate skin around the nares flaring to draw more in. If not for the sound of sucking mud as each step was made, only silence would fill the stallion’s ears as they moved forward and back in an alert manner. Wolfish amber eyes seemed to glow from the stallion as he peered around at his surroundings, knowing that the actual wolves here were probably more rampant than they were before with the lack of Brothers that lived here. It sickened Ruger to think of what this mighty place once was and what it was now reduced too. The stallion came to a pause, his head raising as he looked at a single tree that stood different among many. The ground was raised to be dry and out of the mud and the bark wore smooth where a body had once leaned against it. It was the spot that his father; Felony, had spent most of his time as his leg grew worse. The only relief he could find among the muck and mire of his home. Nothing aside from the marks on the tree remained of the painted man, but still the very thought of him made Ruger pin his ears and give a harsh stop of a front hoof wishing nothing more than Felony’s head to be under that strike. Instead of blood it was mud that splattered across his skin and Ruger gave a heavy sigh before moving forward to stand below the tree, escaping the mud to rest and think. When morning come, Ruger would set out and find out just exactly what was going on and what had happened in his absence and perhaps he would even find that loon Phsychedelic to explain what all had gone on. |
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- like thoughts inside a dream - By Fallo November 10, 2016 at 02:56:55 AM