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The Lost Islands
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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.
moondust in your lungs
Posted on May 18, 2024 at 01:04:01 AM by Vervain

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Night encroached on the world around them as the brindled maiden shed her tears. The sun set on the horizon that existed somewhere beyond the dank of the swamp. Its light, filtered an eerie green through the canopy above, faded. The crickets, one by one, began their nightly song, unaware of the scene they accompanied. The next few minutes that passed felt like hours as the young mare wept softly.

Within the span of a day, life as Vervain had known it had utterly and completely changed. No longer a carefree three-year-old lying safe in the heather downs of the Prairie, she was a captive, forced from her home under the cover of night. Many long miles over the ocean and unfamiliar country now stretched between the black female and her home. Fear and self-doubt assured the mare that she wouldn’t be able to find the way back, and there was no telling when someone would come to help her.

Exhaustion came over her in waves, slowing the flow of her tears. The girl’s brown eyes opened, raw and bright in her emotional state. She tried to ignore the presence of the stallion who had abducted her, who had bitten and shoved her into the ocean, even as he still stood over her. “Sleep,” he said. She looked at him, raising and turning her head upward to do so. The pale brindling on her skin glimmered briefly in the inconsistent evening light as she did so. “You’re tired.” Brown eyes blinked blearily back at him, but Vervain said nothing in response. She simply laid there, red-eyed with tear-stained cheeks, and looked at him. Why, she seemed to ask, though he’d given her an answer before. Why her? Why had he dragged her to this island in the swamp? Why had he torn her life apart?

It was hard to think the upheaval of her life had all been caused by a whim. The dark mare wanted to say something in that moment. She skirted away from the idea of hurling an insult lest he decide to go ahead and hurt her somehow. An intrusive thought suggested that he might crush her skull with his hooves. This was way laid by reasoning that if he wanted to kill her he would have done it back in the Prairie or on the way here. He wanted her here, even if she didn’t fully understand his motives. Furthermore, Vervain doubted that anything she might say or try would convince him to let her go when she considered the brevity of his previous response. As a result, Vervain again elected to say nothing.

Mere heartbeats after the painted male suggested she sleep, the brindle lowered her head to the ground once more and shut herself off from the world around her. Sleep found her quickly that night, but it brought no comfort, only rest. No dreams to gently carry her from the trauma of one day to the next. There had been the deep nothingness of her subconscious and then daylight once her eyes opened again. Various parts of her body ached from a night spent on the turf. She had expected as much, but still her brown eyes glanced quickly over leg, barrel, and flank. Finding no unexpected injuries, the black mare then tucked her legs beneath her before unceremoniously scrambling to her hooves.

The stallion who had abducted her the day before was not immediately visible upon standing. Vervain scanned her surroundings briefly as she turned to face the direction she had come from the night before. The ring of trees that they had slipped through looked no less strange in the light. Her honey brown eyes traced the raised jumble of roots and moved from trunk to trunk, searching. No sooner had she made up her mind to run for the gap when she found it when the sound of movement made her freeze. Still standing at the water’s edge, panic fluttered in her throat. As cooly as she could, Vervain turned to find her captor already staring at her from the other side of a wild hedge she hadn’t been able to see behind.

Vervain


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