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


Just three, but he'd never been a child. Not really. The growing up that he'd done, it had come too fast, too soon. It made him this way. Yeah, blame that. Blame this. Blame everything other than Acid himself-- a degree of avoidance that was truly disgusting. That's why he'd keep doing it. Keep avoiding. Keep going. Oh how he burns. Even now, soggy and basking in the humidity, Acid continues to burn. Wrong. He is wrong on every level.

Ear flickering, he isn't alone any longer. A boy-- a boy his age. "Why're you fucken yelling?" Though his ears pin, there's a challenge on the table. Rolling his shoulders forward, elegant neck arching-- fine. Fine. "Way to be fair about it, cunt," but Acid is already off. Chasing after the boy at breakneck speeds. There's power in Acid's shorter legs, driving him. Propelling. Fast and hard, ears pinned to his skull.

No, he's not one to back down from a fight. A challenge. There's nothing to hold him back. Hooves on spongy ground, feeling the way it gives beneath him. This place... he knows it. He knows it without knowing it. As he catches up to the other boy, Acid reaches out for his tail. An effort to yank at it-- he's not above playing dirty. Of course now. There's no world in which he plays fair.






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




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