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.
even in the meantime
Posted on February 1, 2025 at 05:57:24 PM by Lavender


Lavender
soft spoken in the dead of night


From the shadows a figure emerged, and in her state of pain and exhaustion, Lavender saw what she wanted to see. But the moment the mare towering over her spoke, the illusion fell away, and the small palomino mare choked on a sob. It wasn’t Ursa draped in swamp-mist, but a grey coated stranger, urging her up. "I can’t," there was fear creeping into her voice, at admitting such a thing aloud - that she didn’t have the strength to stand and care for her son.

But then she was shaking her head, not understanding. Not safe… Shifting her weight, one leg dragging through the soft soil, carving a furrow. "No, you don’t understand, this is the safest place… Can’t take him away." Perhaps it was the state she found herself in, leading her to speak what might come across as desperate wild talk, but given her youth, and lack of experience,and loneliness, all that mattered to her was her son, and all she had to hope in was that the bachelors of the Lagoon would take care of their own.

As if her rising panic had drawn Khyber from wherever he’d been lurking, she sensed him at her back, and despite the way his voice came out as a snarl, it had her relaxing, because, her sense of clarity sharpening, Lavender knew the words weren’t meant for her, and nor was the anger rolling off him. It had her trembling regardless, delicate creature that she was, running on adrenalin and a potent mix of other emotions - Lavender would always be in awe of strength when it was used in defense of her.

The brush of Khyber’s lips was unexpected, a jolt down her spine that had her breathing in deep, and the next words he spoke to the large grey… Lavender guessed it was at most perhaps a protectiveness of his son. She couldn’t claim to know Khyber, beyond the fact that he’d been there for her when she’d needed someone upon her return to the Lagoon, and he’d shown up now, when she needed - not just anyone, but him, and nor had she made an effort to get to know him, isolating herself during her pregnancy, kept company only by her sorrow.

Whatever it was that motivated Khyber, Lavender was stirred to attention and movement,and trusting Khyber to keep the mare from coming too close, she set her sights on another stranger, a stallion this time, but one she didn’t recognize, and whom carried no lingering scent of the Lagoon.

A soft exhalation of breath, eyes fixed on the unknown stallion (though he seemed to be focused on the gray mare too) Lavender’s ‘I can’t’ became an I must. She had to get to her hooves, to get Khyber’s son up. The brown and white Marauder had presented the picture of belonging, and even if it was just for this moment, there was no course for Lavender but to follow his lead, and present herself as part of a united front.

And she managed to rise, even though her legs trembled so, and her body ached so intensely that her breaths came a little short and shallow. Finding herself in a state of hyper-vigilance, one golden ear remained swiveled toward the black stallion, the words he spoke setting her on edge, and prompting her to shift her weight to shield the tiny frame of the colt, lanky and unsteady on his feet, with her own tired, aching body, angling her muzzle towards Khyber, not close enough to touch, but enough that he’d feel the warmth of her breath on his skin.

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