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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 August 17, 2021 at 02:36:32 AM by Azizi
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blood is heavier than water |
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You have to be strong to survive here. “I know,” Azizi says, his voice just as soft as Rehoboam’s had been, perhaps even softer still, lacking any bite (he was such a far cry from his mother). “That’s why...” One brown ear, and then the other, turn back, flattening briefly to his wispy mane. There were too many reasons, and all of them made Azizi’s heart feel heavy in his chest. It was why Shenzi hated this place, why she was so angry every waking moment she spent trapped here. Why she was so desperate to leave. Why she had come back. There was a sense of knowing of all these things, but not really, truly understanding, and it was a frustrating thing for the growing colt, especially because he’d realised long ago he’d not get any answers. Had learned not to ask. Not to hope for too much. So when the stallion indicates that he’ll lead Azizi to drinkable water, the colt feels glad in his heart that he’d asked. And he smiles, following in silence where the older male led him, bright eyes taking note of the path, and memorising landmarks so that, in days to come, he’d find his way alone. When they make it to the spring at the base of the gentle rise, the thirsty colt’s attention is drawn immediately to the water, but he turns from it, to look back at Rehoboam. “Thank you,” Azizi says, and then begins to slake his thirst. He pauses in his drinking to look up as the white patched stallion speaks of the Cove. Water drips from chin as he listens, attentive and curious. “Is that where you were born?” A place so different from here, and from the desert regions his mother had grown up in, thrived in. Azizi had seen the silhouette of the Peak rising up to the north, so he understood when Rehoboam spoke of mountains. But what he could not comprehend was snow, and the bone-deep cold of Tinuvel which he’d never experienced. But there was something in Rehoboam’s voice, and the thought of water, cool and fresh, that Azizi could relate to. So when he spoke again, his words, his voice, was genuine. “It sounds real nice.” And inwardly, he wondered why the white patched stallion was not there any more, why he was here, but he did not ask, because he trusted there was a reason. ‘What you need to know.’ That’s what Shenzi had promised him. He could keep all his wanting. The change in Rehoboam, the sudden shift in the space between them, served to draw all of Azizi’s focus. “I don’t really understand either...” Azizi began, uncertainty softening his tone further. “But I think she was scared, even though she tried to hide it behind all the anger.” He remembers how strange her behaviour had been, how vehemently she had refused to return, and then had seemingly given up and submitted. “There’s someone who matters a lot to her, and a young mare, and a yearling around my age. She came back, because she didn’t want to risk leading you, or any others who came looking for us, to them.” Azizi fell silent, watching and wondering what Rehoboam would make of that - if he would find an answer in what little Azizi had to give. A question formed on his tongue, hidden behind his teeth, and instinctively the colt intended to let it remain there until the moment passed (because it wasn’t a need, but a desire to understand). But drawing a breath in the silence, with no rasp of Shenzi’s voice warning him not to ask for too much, in a small rebellion, Azizi opened his mouth to set the words free. “Why did you follow her, only to make that offer?” Honey-gold eyes search Rehoboam’s face, but even before the older stallion gets a chance to answer, Azizi speaks again, speaking a truth he inferred from what he remembered the stallion saying when he’d followed them to that barren land across the stretch of ocean. “It’s because of me.” The brown boy lapsed into a heavy silence as he acknowledged this, pieced it together with his understanding of what the Lagoon was, and how it worked. With a small sigh, the young male looked aside, suddenly nervous, as though he expectedthe fierce face of his mother to appear amongst the tangle of flora. Even his voice betrayed him, tumbling out in a rush, strained and hushed, as though he were desperate to speak them to Rehoboam before anyone had a chance to happen upon them. “Please, I know she told you no, but if I promise to stay, if I promise to do whatever you want, can’t you - can’t you let her go?” Azizi jerked his muzzle back towards the tobiano stallion, amber eyes seeking to make a connection. “It’s no good for her here. But I know I’ll be okay.” |
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- in the deafening silence; - By Rehoboam August 26, 2021 at 10:28:14 PM
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