The Lost Islands
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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
Rúna
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.
my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline
Posted on December 1, 2025 at 10:15:51 AM by Clio

Clio
from throwing fuel to the fire
of that Greco-Roman dream

"Don't hold your breath," were the first words that left the near white mare’s mouth, the moment they crossed into the Lagoon. There was steeliness in her tone, and contempt in her posture and expression, but it quickly melted when he turned his eyes on the child shadowing at her heels, fear making her deaf and blind to the fact that his own tone had shifted, and there seemed no malice in him when he looked upon the filly.

"Leave her be!" Clio snapped, ears burying themselves in her mane as she moved to shield the filly with her body. "It was me you came for, not my daughter." Her tone came across as dismissive, but her pale body was tense, and her eyes were fixed on the stallion that had dared to face Carthage and provoke his wrath by stealing her and their second born daughter away, mere days after they had coupled once more.

It was the only silver lining to all of this, that her king's seed might have taken - and given they had borne three healthy foals together left no doubt in her mind. Whatever they might do to her here, at least there was less of a chance that she might bear the child of one of these brutes.

Yet, Clio was no fool, and she would not test the bachelors, not when she had the filly at her side to protect. "Stay close to me, there's a good girl," She murmured in her daughter's ear, hesitant to let her focus on the black and white interloper before her.

Though, Clio supposed, as she dipped her head after a few tense moments, and made as though to follow his lead, she was the interloper now, in a way. This place belonged to men who made their own rules, and she'd heard tales of how they treated mares here.

If only, if only the daughter beside her was a son instead. But perhaps that would be a worse fate, if he was taken with the kind of men who dwelled here, and turned his back on his own kin. Besides, she had faith that Carthage would come for them, and as soon as she was able, she would try to get her daughter out of here.

But it evidently, not for a while yet. The young filly, not yet weaned, was exhausted from the swim, and struggling into navigate the marshy terrain. "Is there another route by which you could take us?" Clio asked of her captor, after turning back for a third time to nudge the small foal into movement.

"Please," she beseeched, willing to bend to his whims for the sake of her daughter. He had asked what her name was earlier, so Clio would give him an answer, in the hopes that her compliance would please him, if only enough for him to show a little mercy to the innocent child floundering in the swamp water.

"My name is Clio, and you may call my daughter Briseis." Her blue eyes lingered on the stallion for a moment, before she turned to the girl and beckoned her close. "Briseis," the name was spoken meaningfully between them. "We must listen and follow, and he will show us a path that is safe. Do you understand, daughter?"

The filly, Briseis, blinked up at her mother, and then turned her strikingly similar blue eyes open the black and white stranger, expectant. And though she was delicate and defenceless, tremulous and tender, she was beautifully free of the fear that was glinting in the depths of her mother's eyes.
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