wolf's teeth are near. - " />
The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


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.

wolf's teeth are near.






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



Ivar's dark ears stand erect within his thick unkempt ebony mane as the man answers. He nods his head with a quick jerk. "A Theif,"" he growls in reply to the man's question. Dark eyes press into the bright blues of the other man, digging for answers to unspoken questions. The silence between them stretches as the men size each other up. Ivar is content when the man does not shrink back or shift his weight like a coward, it seems he is a brother worthy of such a title.

The tense muscles in his shoulders and along his withers relax noticeably. The tension in the air begins to dissipate, leaving behind a feeling kinship between the men. Ivar knows that shedding of blood next to his brothers seals an unbreakable bond. Well associate, do you have a name that is fitting of a warrior? he asks as his dark eyes soften.

Ivar has countless brothers, some of them have gone before him to the gates of Valhalla. While others remain to finish the work of their fallen comrades, to insure that the Norđurland thrives in blood and war. Ivar arches his scarred crest, his muscles ripple beneath his inky black hide as he introduces himself. "I am Ivar, úlfur kappi," he says gruffly with a proud puff of his chest.

Fenrir slinks beneath his dark hide, growling and moaning. Ivar can feel the hunger in the pit of his stomach, but it is not for the grass or the forage of his fellow horse. No, Fenrir hungers for chaos and war, and the aftermath that follows. To feel the very isles squirm beneath his all consuming hunger. Fenrir craves to wash the isles in the very blood of her inhabitants, to cleanse her of their filth.

Translation:
Norđurland: the north land

Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - EE aa nCr - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown



Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->