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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderKhyber |
The GeneralAlioth |
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The Companions |
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The ThievesAcidThranduil Tribulation |
The AssociatesAbraxasBlizzard Cahyr Cullen Iridium Luxor Tattoo |
The SoldiersEnigmaNataanii |
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The TrinketsAinazCanine Dior Pandemonium |
Boss's Decree"For every brother you bring to ourmidst, 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 OffspringFlynnrir (Garmr x Druna)Gothic (Garmr x Dior) 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. |
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Posted on September 25, 2025 at 01:24:00 AM by Dior
Sweating. Always she was sweating. The blonde length of the mare's tail slashed through the air, hoping to hit any ONE of the damned insects hovering over her skin. A frustrated snort guttered through the female's nostrils, vibrating the tender pink skin of her nose. There had been no relief from the mounting heat of the encroaching summer by seeking the shade of the jungle. She couldn't even properly roll in the mud to cool off or discourage the flies. The closer summer and a certain looming event came, the more miserable Dior was.
Tan hooves picked deftly a way through the thick of the Lagoon until finally Dior tottered out of the verge and onto the inner beach of the tropical territory. It was normally her favorite spot, but the dunalino was too restless to enjoy it. Unerringly, the paint strode into the shallow. The water that washed over her skin and spattered against the distended swell of her barrel was blessedly cool. The sensation of the lapping waves soothed the frayed edges of Dior's nerves. However, it did not banish the warring emotions with her mind.
The night with Garmr last fall had been... Well, she wasn't sure what it had been. She supposed it was only to satisfy that itching curiosity of hers, but Dior had gotten much more than she had expected. At one point, becoming a mother had been her heart's desire, her greatest wish, and after fruitless years of trying with Toland, Dior had feared and come to the edge of believing that she was barren. But now... The child shifted. Its movements low in her gut distracted the tobiano for a few moments.
It was a gift, wasn't it? To have her heart's desire? Her aquamarine eyes cast balefully over the rippling saltwater at the thought. Should it matter that her baby wasn't Toland's if it meant having a baby at all? In her aching heart, Dior wrestled with the nuance of her dilemma. There was no changing that the babe within her existed. There was no changing who the father was. These were facts she had to accept. If there was to be fallout with Toland, it would happen, though every season that passed without rumor of him made that possibility feel less likely.
With a deep breath, Dior lowered herself awkwardly into the shallow water. It took several long moments of teetering balance, but the relief of the chill on her fevered skin was immediate. She laid in the shallows quietly. The water never rose above the middle of her neck as the mare rested. The moisture stained her caramel skin to bronze, making her tobiano markings stick out like lightning strikes. What would come, would come, Dior decided. She would just have to figure it out one step at a time.
Tan hooves picked deftly a way through the thick of the Lagoon until finally Dior tottered out of the verge and onto the inner beach of the tropical territory. It was normally her favorite spot, but the dunalino was too restless to enjoy it. Unerringly, the paint strode into the shallow. The water that washed over her skin and spattered against the distended swell of her barrel was blessedly cool. The sensation of the lapping waves soothed the frayed edges of Dior's nerves. However, it did not banish the warring emotions with her mind.
The night with Garmr last fall had been... Well, she wasn't sure what it had been. She supposed it was only to satisfy that itching curiosity of hers, but Dior had gotten much more than she had expected. At one point, becoming a mother had been her heart's desire, her greatest wish, and after fruitless years of trying with Toland, Dior had feared and come to the edge of believing that she was barren. But now... The child shifted. Its movements low in her gut distracted the tobiano for a few moments.
It was a gift, wasn't it? To have her heart's desire? Her aquamarine eyes cast balefully over the rippling saltwater at the thought. Should it matter that her baby wasn't Toland's if it meant having a baby at all? In her aching heart, Dior wrestled with the nuance of her dilemma. There was no changing that the babe within her existed. There was no changing who the father was. These were facts she had to accept. If there was to be fallout with Toland, it would happen, though every season that passed without rumor of him made that possibility feel less likely.
With a deep breath, Dior lowered herself awkwardly into the shallow water. It took several long moments of teetering balance, but the relief of the chill on her fevered skin was immediate. She laid in the shallows quietly. The water never rose above the middle of her neck as the mare rested. The moisture stained her caramel skin to bronze, making her tobiano markings stick out like lightning strikes. What would come, would come, Dior decided. She would just have to figure it out one step at a time.
DIOR
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- it’s getting darker - By Garmr September 25, 2025 at 01:37:14 AM
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- i got a rhinestone sky and a song in my soul - By Dior September 25, 2025 at 04:16:52 PM
- it’s getting darker; - By GARMR September 25, 2025 at 06:06:01 AM
- i got a rhinestone sky and a song in my soul - By Dior September 25, 2025 at 03:50:01 AM
- it’s getting darker; - By GARMR September 25, 2025 at 03:16:52 AM
- i got a rhinestone sky and a song in my soul - By Dior September 25, 2025 at 02:09:00 AM
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