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.
wear chapstick when kissing the bomb.
Posted on September 2, 2021 at 06:12:19 AM by jaws.

tw// suicidal ideation in the first paragraph
JAWS


There’s no defeat in Jaws. No, the day that she allowed defeat to take over would be the day that her life would end. Hell, the mare would take it herself-- conditions like that ran in the family, something she wasn’t aware of. It had always been in the back of her mind, the thoughts dark and deep. There was a war going on inside her head, and she would fight and win that war every single day. Every day, without fail. If Jaws failed, that would be the end. That would simply be the end.

But she’s okay. Today, Jaws is okay. The confidence that flows through her, she’s comfortable with it. Maybe a part of it is false bravado, but that didn’t matter either. No one had to know that it was false, right? Probably. Rade had taught her a lot of things, and maybe one of those was to look tough, no matter what. Look strong and without fail, no matter what. It’s armor, ammunition against anything that could come up against her.

Jaws isn’t accustomed to company, so having a conversation with a stranger isn’t something she’s the most comfortable with. The mare knows not of the origin of her name, but she has a feeling it has to do with her mother’s distaste for… well, motherhood. Jaws doesn’t know if she even blames Clytie, not anymore. Maybe when she was younger. Maybe she had been less than understanding in her younger years. Who wasn’t?

Carbon mentions the boss, and Jaws lets go a wry chuckle. Rade was enforcing friend making. Jaws’s gaze flickers to the man’s face, studying for a moment. “Well, you can ask whatever, if you want.” Her tail flickered at her haunches. Maybe Jaws would benefit from the introspection. Maybe it would be helpful to think about it. “Do you want to walk and talk?” Right. Jaws is still closed off, but she’ll accept company for now.

mare. smokyblack. 15.2. floydxclytie.
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