The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Khyber

The General

Alioth

The Companions
None Druna None

The Thieves

Thranduil
Tribulation

The Associates

Abraxas
Blizzard
Cahyr
Cullen
Iridium
Luxor
Tattoo

The Soldiers

Enigma
Nataanii

The Trinkets

Ainaz
Canine
Dior
Eriana
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

Flynnrir (Garmr x Druna)
Kythri (Khyber x Lavender)
Solas (Khyber x Khar'pern)

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.
serpent on my skin
Posted on July 12, 2025 at 10:11:31 PM by Alioth

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The mismarked appaloosa lounged quietly in the shade of palm fronds. His coat was sleek, but sticky with a sheen of sweat brought about by the territory's humidity. While the rest of the islands might be cool to varying degrees as fall progressed, here the heat of summer clung to life. Alioth had been thinking of heading to the beach as his sleepy stupor faded into something more akin to discomfort. Black ears flicked at a fly that buzzed too close to the auditory hairs. Then a voice drew his attention.

The stallion turned his head toward the sound, ears pricked so far forward that they strained with the effort. Alioth was immediately on alert. She wasn't here. She couldn't be. Dark brows pinched together, scanning the trees before quickly stepping into the deeper fray. "Eriana," queried the mismarked male, his voice hushed into a harsh whisper-shout. The sound was rough in his throat, but he managed to keep any tremor from his voice that might betray his anxiety at her being here.

Alioth


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