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.
these are the days of thunder
Posted on February 27, 2021 at 09:05:28 AM by SHENZI



SHENZI
like the flame in the sun
Together, Nyimara tells her, and for a moment Shenzi pins her ears as Nyimara set teeth to her skin again, and she growls a dark and playful challenge to the woman forever crowned with silky silver tresses. “Always,” Shenzi rumbles in response, reaching to breath the promise in Nyimara’s delicate ear. But the roguish energy that had lit the fire burning within her, and the way her eyes had brightened since the moment she’d heard her own name drip from Nyimara’s lips suddenly dimmed at the next words spoken by her chosen companion.

With a tightening of her jaw muscles, Shenzi found herself glancing away, shoulders hunching defensively as she once again scanned the thick foliage that suddenly seemed stifling and much denser than before, so that the rugged barb mare found it more of an effort to breathe, and she felt a sudden spike of icy fear tearing through her heart, like a cornered prey-creature instead of the predator she’d always been.

“I did not come to this foul lair for them, Nyimara,” Shenzi said softly when she gathered herself, husky voice just a little strained. The brown mare had managed to turn her face back to the silver bay, though her gaze remained downcast, unable in the moment to look Nyimara in the eyes. “They mean nothing to me, and once upon a time I was treated like I was so much less than I am by ones who numbered among them.” A snarl trembled in her throat as her own words picked at old wounds, and it was a frustrating thing for Shenzi to acknowledge that perhaps they’d never healed, but instead had been festering all this time.

It was one thing, she thought, to want to seek vengeance for the wrongs done to her. It was another entirely to have to admit that she was wounded still, that she was not as strong and untouched as she pretended to be.

A shuffling hoof helped her dispel some of the nervous energy that was eating at her. “It matters little to me whether or not those ones remain here – though if I find them...” A gentle shake of her head scattered the dark threat that lingered in her undertone. Shenzi heaved a heavy sigh, frustrated by her own insecurities, fearful that they might drive away the only soul that Shenzi might be able to count on. And as much as Shenzi yearned to brush aside a tangled lock of Nyimara’s mane with that self-same gentleness she’d so confidently claimed to possess mere moments earlier, she withdrew just a little.

Such detachment had become second-nature to one who’d lost all the ones she’d ever loved, and been denied the chance to love again by such cruel twists of fate.

“There is nothing in this place that matters, to me, except...” Time seemed to slow, and Shenzi felt a ragged breath hitch in her throat as, with undisguised apprehension and a rare moment of utter vulnerability, she sought the ember eyes of Nyimara, her own golden irises soft and warm and gentle as the winter sun, weak and distant and fighting against bitter cold and dense cloud, but shining regardless, unwavering.

art by Zel204 & lyrics by Johnny Clegg & html by dante!



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