<font face=times color=C9C9C9>You�re not Salinger. Get over it.</font>

Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Peyote		The General Marko

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Jormungandr Khyber Kristjan S�htr�c 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.

You�re not Salinger. Get over it.
Posted on August 22, 2021 at 05:16:04 AM by Frey

There is a great depth to the anger and dark current that runs within Frey. Yes, feral is the right word for the boy. Hot blooded, wild. A woman appeared, she stood tall and painted. Frey�s eyes narrowed. She fixed him with a glare, and the child glared back directly. They were fast, and he couldn�t keep up. Curse his awkward legs and not yet developed gait. It would be another year before he could really carry himself with them. It would be another year before he would be seen as a man in the eyes of the law.

Their names etch themselves in his mind. Jaskier the stallion, Enya the woman who sought to free him from their chains. Frey�s mind is spinning. They had nearly come to blows, and he was ready for that, but� it was not to be. Not today. No, not today, but soon. This would not be the last they saw of Frey, and he would not forgive the transgression. Would not forgive, would not forget.

Frey launches forward, lunging with teeth gnashing. His neck is outstretched, but they are too fast. He shouts. He squeals. There is a great, lunging buck, but there is not much use to it. Frey shouts. �Fucking coward, turning your back and running.� The words are spat, eyes wild. �They�re running, they�re running.� Maybe someone would hear him. Maybe someone with more power than he, in the eyes of the law. Frey would come into it in time, in the eyes of the law. There was already power in his bones, in the eyes of the gods.

He would not be caught this powerless. Never again.

yearling. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe

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Lagoon

The Boss

The Marauder

The General

The Companions

The Thieves

The Associates

The Soldiers

The Trinkets

Boss's Decree

The Offspring

Rules