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 December 25, 2021 at 11:08:41 PM by jaws.

JAWS

Worry. Soul deep worry. Worry so fierce, so deep, that cut cut to her very core. Jaws was sick with it, but all she could do was wait. All she could do was wait and watch with bated breath. Time seemed to tick by… minutes passed like hours, hours like days, days like weeks. There was nothing that she could do other than wait. Jaws didn’t know how to process it, other than canvasing the island day by day, hoping to find her father. She’d steal away at odd hours, hoping to catch his scent, but nothing came. What the smoky creature didn’t know? She’d been looking in the wrong places.

Jaws had it in her mind that he didn’t go off to die. He couldn’t have, though the thought crossed her mind on occasion. That would have been a coward’s way to go, and Rade had never been a coward. No, he wasn’t dead. He wouldn’t have left her without saying goodbye. Her sides ached, her heart ached, her head ached… she’d spent so much time sobbing quietly to herself when no one was around to hear.

Sleep had been fleeting and uncomfortable, restless. As winter came on, her thicker coat came in, but sleeping alone still left her cold and uncomfortable. She often woke after a spare few hours or minutes, shivering, nightmares gripping every passing thought. It was too much, but she wouldn’t leave. Jaws wouldn’t run from the Lagoon, the last place she had. If Rade was still alive, he would return here. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he would… he had to. It was what she could cling to.

When the call broke the tenuous silence that had made its home in her head, Jaws took off. A bat out of hell, furious and fast. God she was so fast, rushing back to her father’s side. Speed, unlike any she’d displayed in a long time. The pace couldn’t be held back, no, she was positively unchained. Hooves thundering over frozen ground, an ache finding its home in her lungs. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Jaws would not stop, would not slow. There was nothing she could do to stop herself now.

The girl’s eyes went wide as they set on Rade. “You’re alive.” Relief filled her system. He looked rough, but he wasn’t dead. He was still here, he was still among the living. Ragged as she was, Jaws needed him. She needed him to be alright. She needed him to be alive. It’s only when she’s near enough to the man to reach out that Jaws slowed, a jog and then a walk. When the smoky girl was close enough to reach out to her father, she pressed her muzzle into his cheek.

It was a tender gesture, but brief. Jaws wasn’t the only one he’d called for, and the rest of the men would be here soon. She didn’t want to make him look weak, or anything else. “Are you okay?” The smoky girl had a million more questions, but she’d hold her tongue. For now at least, she’d hold her tongue. Her gaze on her father was a curious softness, a softness that would be hidden away once they were joined by the other men. All Jaws could do was be glad Rade was here, and safe.

mare. smoky black. 15.2.
rade’s daughter.
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