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Lagoon
The Boss Garmr
The Marauder Thranduil		The General Enigma

The Companions
None	Druna	None

The Thieves Khyber Leif Tribulation	The Associates Alioth Beloved Blizzard Cullen Floki Warg	The Soldiers Bidziil Nataanii

The Trinkets Ainaz Emerson Lavender Morgana Nahawi Pandemonium	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 Blackthorn (Starscream x Naydra) Canine (Garmr x Gitch Mantiou) Flynnrir (Garmr x Druna) Kythri (Khyber x Lavender) Luxor (Khyber x Vogue) Saphris (Floki x Emerson) Solas (Khyber x Khar'pern) Temperence (Tribulation x Tawa)
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.

wilder than lions, louder than sound
Posted on May 12, 2024 at 11:38:00 AM by WARG

shine razor eyes in this light "Nah!" The voice rings out, husky but youthful, from between the close clustered trees. Moments later, from the muck and the murk, a scrawny colt, not yet a yearling, slips between the trees. His hide is an earthy brown, indistinguishable from the mud that covers him and greatly diminishes his scent. But his eyes, a bright shade of green tinted with yellow gold, shine with acuity as he slinks forward, circling about the pair.

Warg squinted at the mare, knowing her scent, predominantly, the sound of her voice� But visual recognition was difficult for him, even though they had been separated not all that long ago. He looked at her, as if committing the lines of his silhouette to memory, attempting to attach the sight to the scent and sound of her. (It would not linger long, though he would never forget her.)

In the space of seconds, he is done with his scrutiny, and turns to the stallion, bold in his stance, the beginnings of possessiveness showing in the way he holds himself. In time, he would become something of a formidable stallion. But for now, he is still just a boy, born to the Lagoon and belonging to it, body and soul. "My! M-mine. My�" He does not know the word. But that does not deter him. Nor does the size of the stallion in relation to him.

It is not that he has a poor sense of his own instincts - on the contrary, he is a survivor, independent and intelligent in his own way. He has lingered in the shadows long enough to witness the physical capabilities of those who belong to this land the way he does. He does not recognise the stallion by sight, or even by the sound of his voice, but he carries the scent of the earth and the water and the trees on him.

These are the reasons why he does not fear, because in his own mind, he is not a threat, and the stallion is not an enemy. They are of the same place, and Warg had not emerged to challenge. Rather, as he turned to extend his narrow muzzle tentatively toward the mare who had given him life, he had been driven by his wild instincts to stand at her side, seeking for some kind of recognition or direction.

And there glimmered an almost incomprehensible hope that, for as many moments as Warg was granted to remain near her before he was run off, or she was driven away, he might glean a sliver more of a sense of self which he�d weave into the wildness of his mind and soul.

Ee aa nCh Dd // ~Yearling // 14.3 hands // Psychedelic x V�na

love, dante & musonart

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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