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.
what have they put in the water?
Posted on August 14, 2017 at 10:19:57 PM by selenium


selenium -----
by bellum out of dissolve


She lifts her head to check the sky, wondering whether the sun is contributing to the beauty that she’s seeing. The bright orb is the same as ever, though a bit weaker due to the season. The blue sky is still visible, with random patches of thin clouds moving across the sun; they aren’t heavy enough to affect the shafts of light reaching the lake.

So it must not be the environment of the territory that has caused generations of mares to be wary, but rather the occupants. Selenium sneaks a sideways glance at Ernesto, wondering if there is anything malicious underneath his warm, flirty exterior. The wise-to-the-world part of her screams at her to say yes, to not let her guard down, but the greater part of her that simply longs for companionship can’t bring herself to believe that of her new acquaintance.

”I certainly hope that isn’t your way of calling me a coward,” she teases lightly. She actually thinks he’d implied the opposite, that he considers her brave for venturing here despite what she’s heard over the years, but why not play with him just as he’s playing with her? Her lips finally curl into a real smile as she continues, ”I think that most stallions are all talk, regardless of where they live. And I’d like to see someone try to manhandle me…I would crush him like a bug.”

She draws herself up to her full height and arches her neck to outline her bulky frame and emphasize her point. She’s never been in a situation that would require her to defend herself but she knows that she has sheer size on her size if nothing else.

She lets herself relax back to her previous position, shifting her weight and thinking wistfully of Tinuvel as the stallion brings it up. ”I was born on Tinuvel – do you know where that is? I think it’s the only island I’m really suited for but I haven’t been back in a while. I figured, why limit myself to one place when I have lived here all my life?”

She pauses, her expression turning pensive, bordering on grave, as she flicks her blue eyes to his face. ”Tinuvel is probably the most dangerous and hostile island for herd life,” she tells him, her tone quite serious. ”I have seen or heard of horrors there that cannot be duplicated anywhere else on the islands.”

She isn’t about to go into details of broken bodies and starvation and mauled foals because she doesn’t want their conversation to devolve into such a depressing topic. Her words are meant as more of a warning in case he would ever want to venture there. Without experience, he would have to be very careful, and perhaps not make a hypothetical first trip there during winter.

She turns her attention back to the lake, forcing her eyes to follow the patterns that the sun’s rays are playing on the water. She flounders for a way to bring their conversation back to the easygoing flirting. She hadn’t been sure about it at first but she already misses it.


ten - smoky blue roan overo - draft mix - 17hh
html by tricky. character by Alison. color ref.


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