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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 February 23, 2021 at 05:16:25 PM by Nyimara
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Fire. Her soul felt it. Where once ice and calloused ruin threatened to consume her, now the flickering flames of hope burned like the scorching flames upon dried timber. She was not alone. The fire that burns through her veins now is different from the hunger she had once felt for Bjorn. Where his gentle words and powerful touch had consumed her with hunger and longing that never seemed to be fully sated, now she felt something different; something more akin to true pleasure. The walls that she had built up around herself in Bjorn’s dismissal and Aranck’s promises begin to melt away beneath the fire of her gaze and the hunger in her touch. No longer does she feel as if half a creature seeking out the missing pieces that might complete her. Stallions were a mere curse on her plight. Shenzi, her refuge. For the first time, she feels the smoldering heat that burns in the mirrored gaze of the dark woman. She can sense the aggression in much the same as it pulses through her own veins. Two souls brought together in shared pain and loss. It was only right that they find comfort and purpose in one another. The resolve in the russet woman’s firm words causes her ears to fall backwards amid the tangled web of silver white mane once more. There is a firmless to the press of her ash dusted labrums as she lifts her head not in dominance, but in finality. ”Never!” she murmurs, her unusually long tail lashing angrily against her supple mahogany hips like the muscular tail of an agitated cat. Like herself, Shenzi draws her gaze beyond the curtain of their immediate company and into the tangled web of marsh and dense shrubbery that blanketed the Lagoon in shadows. Dappled sunlight filtered through the tall trees above but none of it is beautiful or enthralling in her eyes. It is another prison. A sickly sweet smile curls the beast’s lips as ivory fangs flash in the shadows of her mind. ’Not for long…. Even in prison, they would make her their queen’ In all intent and purpose she would see that they both feared and revered them both. Nyimara finds herself leaning into the touch of the dark woman. It was the first touch she felt in months aside from the small filly that stared up in wide-eyed wonder at the exchange going on before her. From the gentle pull of teeth, to the hot breath against her chocolate skin, the sensation had near euphoric tones leaving her curling into it in feverish hunger. She speaks again, her own murmured voice husky in delivery as she tilts her crown to reveal the jagged scars that wove around her throat like a spider’s web between overhead branches. Thirst wets her tongue as hungrily she traces the contoured skin with her lips, savoring the subtle differences hidden beneath her dark skin. She knew her. Without having a name, she knew the woman whose heart beat to the same as her own. However when the name falls past her lips, Nyimara cannot help the Cheshire grin upon her lips as she continues to caress the exposed flesh. ”Shenzi…” she murmurs, her own breath fetid against the dark woman’s flesh. As Shenzi turns towards the filly, Nyimara finds her own gaze lingering on the arching curve of the woman’s neck and the sharp curves and contours of her fine features. She reaches again to press her lips into the arched curve of Nyimara’s neck. No. She had no fear that Shenzi meant her daughter harm. No fear that the woman could so easily rip apart the foal that she had so meticulously nurtured and bonded with. No. The lover of her heart was capable of such gentleness just as she herself. Proudly she lifts her head, dark eyes bright in the pale dappled sunlight. ”I have no doubt.” she adds, the mischievous grin tugging the corners of her lips upwards. Together they would scour the islands for those who wronged them. Together they would break the bones and severe their veins. ”Blood will paint the earth.” she murmurs, long dark lashes blinking with slow meaningful hate over dark eyes. ”Together.” A throaty squeal rumbles from her lungs as Shenzi bumps against her hip. A dark grin tugs her lips as she snakes her head forward to place her mark on the dark woman’s shoulder, savoring the flavor of Shenzi’s flesh against her tongue. The promise of a future to come. And it would start here in the Lagoon. A sinister grin ghosts across her lips as she meets the woman tilts her head once more to her newfound lover. ”These men will either learn to adore us or fall in the process.” A promise. Nothing more. |
Nyimara |
| ♥dante |
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- these are the days of thunder - By SHENZI February 27, 2021 at 09:05:28 AM
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