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.
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Posted on August 16, 2021 at 04:42:39 AM by jaws.

JAWS


She’d spent the night curled against Rade in one of the many hollows that the Lagoon had to offer. No matter what, nothing was separating them. Not now, not ever again. Jaws had slept well for what may have been the first time in years. Her dreams had even been… well, she didn’t recall what they were, and that was an even greater achievement. No nightmares. Jaws had woken briefly when Rade untangled himself from her, slipped from their bed in the grey hours of early morning. Exhaustion was still heavy in her bones when he left. She’d been traveling for what felt like a lifetime. It was without much trying that Jaws drifted back to sleep.

The winter sun was hanging higher in the sky when she finally left the shelter of their den. The cold wasn’t too bad in the Lagoon, Jaws decided. There was enough cover from the trees to keep the wind from cutting straight through her, and the snow that came down was filtered through the trees. She would be grateful for spring when it came, that was for sure.

To Jaws, this place was strange, though not altogether foreign. Her father, her biological father, had been the general here long ago. Floyd had never bothered with her. Rade had stolen her mother, for reasons still unknown to Jaws all these years later. There was no twist of fate she could be more grateful for. It was out into the Lagoon that she stepped. If this was going to be her home, she would need to learn the lay of the land.

There is nothing timid about Jaws, and there never had been. She’s bold, taking in everything with a bright gaze. Someone had called out-- frick. Jaws would have to meet the other inhabitants of the Lagoon eventually, but she wasn’t planning on it being quite so soon. She’d grown accustomed to being alone. Though Rade had been a welcome sight, would a real stranger be?

Jaws considered ignoring his call entirely, and trying to skirt her way through the undergrowth, but she stepped on a decently sized branch. The snap gave her away, and there was no getting out of this. Time to at least pretend to be polite and civilized. “Good morning.” Was it still morning? Probably, though nearing on noon. She’d just gotten up. Her words are not warm, but not impolite either, gaze on the stranger steady.

mare. smokyblack. 15.2. floydxclytie.
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