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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.
where wolf's ears are Cherokee & Cullen
Posted on November 16, 2019 at 07:19:03 PM by Ivar







where wolf's ears are,
Ivar
wolf's teeth are near.



Ivar's dark hide vibrates, Fenrir is satisfied, his all consuming hunger. It drives Ivar, it feeds the seething anger that boils beneath his dark, inky hide. The ísbrann burns in his veins. His dark eyes smolder as he looks over at the mare, he has yet to know her name. Ivar shrugs his muscled shoulders, he honestly did not care to know her name. She was his pet, a play thing that he could discard at any time. She was unique, yes, but a play thing to satisfy Fenrir's hunger. Her taste lingers on his tongue, her scent mixes with his.

He had to admit she had put up a fight, a good scuffle, but he in the end had been victorious. He had promised her such things, and now she knew who he was. She would learn to speak to him in a respectable manner, or else her torture would continue. A smirk touches his dark lips, he prefers the latter.

His dark nostrils quiver as the scent of testosterone grows more pungent. Bræður mínir. He had heard his brother speak of such a place, and Ivar revels in the idea of a brother hood. He would bring the very fire of helvítis upon the Isles, his brother's precious Isles. Dark eyes flick to Fenrir's playthings face, if she hasn't found out where she was going yet, she sure would soon.

A deep bugle leaves his inky lips, it reverberates off of the trees. He calls for whomever is the leader of this band of bræður. He had a proposition for the man. His eyes slide to look upon her face, to see if terror contorts her face. He hopes to see her shake maybe even some tears spilling over onto her cheeks. She would know soon enough what fate has been bestowed upon her, and he expects her to be seething with anger when it finally dawns on her. He slows at the edge of the Lagoon, and waits for the man to make his appearance.

Translation:
ísbrann: ice fire
Bræður mínir: my brothers


Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir

Icelandic - Smoky Black - EE aa nCr - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown



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