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.

turn men into beasts



She baits him. Tyr can see every poison filled word for what it is, though this clarity is new. Was it because he had gone so long without her vile presence infecting his mind? At first, he does not react, even as she snaps her teeth so close to his skin. Secretly, he had ached for it to connect. To feel the pinch of her teeth and the burn of pain that followed. But the stallion also knew that should he show such weakness as to flinch away, the huntress within Dara would not hesitate to pounce. Even if she was pretending to be weak. He could never believe for her current predicament to be anything else besides a carefully thought-out strategy.


“So says the woman upon the ground at my hooves. Who was mewling my name in despair only moments before.” Tyr said, challenge in his tone as she had mocked him. His lips that had not gone far from her skin now reached for the crest of her neck. Easier to obtain now that she had sat up. Lips parting, Tyr did not snap his teeth together just inches from her skin as she had done to his leg. Instead, the stallion aimed to fasten them upon her neck. To bruise the muscle beneath so that she would be reminded for days the time she had spent with him. The time she had begged from him.


As Tyr releases his hurtful grasp upon her, the taste of Dara remains upon his tongue. As with everything to do with the mare, the stallion both hates it but desires more. With a heavy huff escaping his nostrils, his lips find their way close to the mare’s ear. “Get up.” he commands of her. “Or I will take what I want while you are still upon the ground.”

html: reba | art: six | img: unsplash
stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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