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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 March 23, 2020 at 10:19:08 AM by Khar'pern
He follows close to her, a shadow. His odor clung to her, making her skin twitch in disdain. Ears swivel as his words plan upon the thick, stifling air that settled in suffocating thickness between them. His captive. His trinket. The words raise the bile in her throat. She keeps her mouth shut despite the desire to scream and snarl that she was not for in fact, this moment... she was. Pale icy ooids gleam with defiance as he spoke with a calm resolve that made her wish to do nothing more than scratch his eyes from their sockets. She snorts, alabaster whipcord snapping audibly against the sleek feminine curve of her hips. "Perhaps it is only yourself to blame. You are the fool who believes in love after all." she smirks.
He reaches out to her and viciously a squeal burns past her lungs. Instinctively she pulls her head away from him, pivoting on hind legs only to stumble once more as her swollen fetlock burned the strong reminder in her brain. She needed to keep her weight off of it. At least for now.
Again he moves nearer to her, a cynical laugh upon his lips as he advised that he would gladly kill any who stood between him and the foal he intended her to carry. Ears press backwards as lips peel back to snarl at him, pale eyes glittering in defiance. The Lagoon stallions were fierce, strong hard males with the same determination that burned in each member of the peak mares. However from what she had gathered so far, where their numbers dwindled, the Lagoon seemed to flourish. Though no doubt they were equally matched, and Khar is certain that every member of the Peak would gladly lay down their lives to protect what foals called the lower hillocks home, Khar could not ask that of them. His blunt teeth rake over the salt encrusted hairs along her spine. She shudders against his touch, her ears flickering by the sudden gentleness. A thick growl lingers upon her voice but she does not try to reciprocate nor flee... at least not in this moment.
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