The Lost Islands
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Lagoon

The Boss

Rutger

The Marauder

Khyber

The General

Tattoo

The Companions

None None None

The Thieves

Acid
Caine
Kythri
Luxor
Thranduil
Tribulation

The Associates

Abraxas
Cahyr
Cullen
Garmr
Iridium
Vadimir
Wechuge

The Soldiers

Alioth
Enigma
Nataanii
Omnipotent
Remmick
Solas

The Trinkets

Dior
Druna
Edith
Eriana
Pandemonium

Boss's Decree

For every brother you bring into the Lagoon, you may have a trinket of your own. I will not touch, barter, trade, or do anything with them. For every foal you create that lives here in the lagoon, you must win a battle or bring in a new brother.

If neither of these criteria are met, come them turning two and remaining in the lagoon, they are mine to do with as I see fit.

The Offspring

Briseis (Carthage x Clio)
Flynnrir (Garmr x Druna)
Gersemi (Garmr x Dior)
Gothic (Garmr x Dior)
Phaethon (Acid x Sabah)
Sadie (Abraxas x Mercy)

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.

YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL, TRY HARDER open


There's something wrong with that boy. Deeply, immensely wrong-- good. Maybe that's why he feels a sense of entitlement to this place. Washing up on these shores for what had to be the first time since he was just a boy. Gaze burning. Oh how fucked he is. Oh how fucked they all are. Movements echoing that of his late father, some things aren't so easily forgotten. Echoes in his memory, echoes in eternity. Upheaval is in his blood, it's in his bones.

Everything about him is wrong. Voice too smooth and silken, steps too confident. Too bold. It's easy to be bold when your blood runs through the Lagoon, through the Islands, through time itself. His heart should be held at the very center of this place, a throbbing wet echo. Ah, wrong again. There is no heart here.

Still sodden from the sea, he crosses into the Lagoon. There is no father here, no father of his. Something prickled beneath his skin. Acid crossed the threshold, head high. Elegant, if you had no context. Hell, hopefully none of them had context left for him. Bane's only remaining son, at least as far as he was concerned. Acid's gaze is unwavering, the dusk settling around his shoulders. Unwavering, unblinking, unsettling. Another prodigal son has returned home.






3 years. mutt. dunalino overo. 15.0
psychedelic x bane




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