The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


Lagoon

The Boss

Garmr

The Marauder

Khyber

The General

Alioth

The Companions

None Druna Eriana

The Thieves

Acid
Caine
Thranduil
Tribulation

The Associates

Abraxas
Cahyr
Cullen
Iridium
Tattoo
Wechuge

The Soldiers

Enigma
Nataanii

The Trinkets

Ainaz
Canine
Clio
Dior
Mercy
Pandemonium
Rϊna
Sabah

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

Briseis (Carthage x Clio)
Flynnrir (Garmr x Druna)
Gothic (Garmr x Dior)
Kythri (Khyber x Lavender)
Phaethon (Acid x Sabah)
Sadie (Abraxas x Mercy)
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.

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




Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->