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.
A haunting shadow [birth]
Posted on January 2, 2021 at 01:12:04 AM by Melisma

Meltable

Melisma


Time seemed to stand still as Melisma remained imprisoned in the Lagoon. Never alone, the golden stallion always seemed to be lingering in the edges of her vision, but never the company she sought. At night, when silence surrounded her, she would dream of the warmth the vanner stallion gave when she had been tucked at his side. The smell of his musk thick on her own coat. The safety she felt in his very presence that seemed only imaginary now. Every fiber in her body longed for the home she had pledged herself to, but she would not risk the life that swelled her sides to the point of being uncomfortable. Sometimes, it even felt hard to breath, but the midnight colored mare didn’t know if that was her fear choking away her air or something else.


When the day finally arrived that the foal inside her wanted to join the world, Melisma felt dread creep over her skin. This had been the day she feared. Cain had still not come for her, and the child would be born into the same darkness that haunts her even when she is free. But more importantly, she fears of the gender the foal will be. She prays to whatever gods there is that it is a girl, that it will disappoint the golden tyrant and he will finally turn his gaze elsewhere. But she can no longer think of these things as the child becomes more demanding, and Melisma finds the luck at least to sneak off to be alone.


Finding a dry secluded place, Melisma eases her frame down to the ground. She feels so vulnerable here. Though she does not feel a lagoon brother will harm her this way, they are not the only predators of this territory. But the foal will not heed it’s mother’s fear and continues to try and gain access to this world.


The process is more difficult and painful than Melisma could have possibly fathomed. Her strength and stamina fade fast, but somehow she continues to struggle to bring the child into this world. It is a power only a mother can gasp. One only used by instinct. And with a massive collection of strength to push, she can feel the foal slide free of her, but it is coupled with an entirely new pain. A scream escaped her lips, where before it had only been grunts and moans. Her body quivers and dark spots float in her eyes. But still, somehow, Melisma raises her head and reaches back to break the sack from her child’s face.


At first, Melisma cannot tell what it is, and doesn’t try. She barely has the strength to hold up her head, her eyes closed, but her pink tongue still cleans away the birth. But the little life gives tiny squeals, already finding its voice before it even finds it’s legs. Prying open her green eyes, Melisma finally sees why she had been in so much pain. The foal was large; clearly well developed and healthy. Her sides had been extended like twins, when in reality, it had been this single child to take up so much space. And the pain while being born, it made more sense as well. Her body had not been made to deliver such a foal, tearing her to let the babe escape it’s confines. It wasn’t enough to kill her, but Melisma would be uncomfortable for a long time.


As Melisma continues to recover, she nuzzled at the foal to discover her prayers had been answered. A filly, born of the reddest red she had ever seen even with the blood washed away. “You already show great promise, my daughter.” she whispered, smiling. But as the girl tried to find her legs, Melisma knew she couldn’t lay any longer. Even if she needed the rest, her child came first. So with a grit of her teeth, and courage she didn’t know she possessed, Melisma faced the pain and weakness to rise. Her daughter was quick to try and copy, but not nearly as graceful. She stumbled and tumbled a few times until she was able to stand on sturdy made legs long like stilts. Nudging her in the right direction, the girl latched on for her first suckle as Melisma was finally able to take stock of her surroundings.

TB Mutt - Ee aa - 16hh - desert

Felony x Zimri




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