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.

am i the boy you dream of

do you believe in love?
Winter had passed uneventfully. Snake had… well, he’d been greeted in a land of giants, not a land he was a fan of. The child had left a poor taste in his mouth, and overall, he wasn’t a fan. Strange and smoky, he’d found a way to survive through the winter months on his own… or mostly on his own. Still, he was a herd animal. Safety in numbers, especially when there were greater predators afoot. There would be, after all, with the coming of spring. Snake himself was coming out of that strange, sleepy state. Scarier things than he would come out of hibernation soon.

Snake’s hooves meet the edge of the Lagoon. They’d be scraping if… well, if there was any purchase here. The land was bloated, squishing beneath his hooves with the spring thaw. Gross. Fitting, though. His eyes are wide, wild as he seeks-- seeks what? Something? Anything? Anyone? A soft snort in his lungs, gaze careful on the trees that rose around him from their watery almost-graves. Everything was soggy, and the cool humidity felt heavy in his chest. This was not the worst, but not the best.

That was, as always, Snake. He too is not the worst, and not the best. Moral grey area, packed into the greyish stallion. Another snort, loud, into the quiet abyss that was the Lagoon. Where was everyone, anyway?












snake
stallion. five. smoky grullo. paso fino x.
html by russell edited by hound, 2013 & beyond.



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