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The BossGarmr |
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The MarauderKhyber |
The GeneralAlioth |
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The ThievesAcidCaine Kythri Thranduil Tribulation |
The AssociatesAbraxasCahyr Cullen Iridium Tattoo Wechuge |
The SoldiersEnigmaNataanii Omnipotent Rutger |
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The TrinketsAinazClio Dior Mercy Pandemonium Rúna Sabah |
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 OffspringBriseis (Carthage x Clio)Flynnrir (Garmr x Druna) Gothic (Garmr x Dior) Phaethon (Acid x Sabah) Prosperina (Carthage x Clio) 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. |
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Posted on January 29, 2026 at 02:00:09 AM by Dior
Dior had taken to motherhood like a fish to water. There wasn't a moment where she wasn't equally possessed by both joy and fear. Her baby boy's every move amazed her. So, it wasn't entirely a surprise that the golden mare did not avoid Garmr that following autumn. Now, on the cusp of summer, Dior beamed happily upon her children: Gothic, with his red hair and dark coat laced with his father's sabino, and little Gersemi, beautiful silver-haired golden Gersemi who was nearly two months-old now. The only thing that possibly could have made this moment better was if her mother was here.
Oh, how her heart ached to think of her mother! Was she happy there on the slopes of the Peak? Their reunion had been so joyous, despite the nature of how they both came to be there. Dior had been amazed to learn that her mother had produced two boys by the then (and current) Marauder, Khyber. The older boy, Luxor, had promptly avoided her after Vogue was taken, but the younger boy Khorvaire had gone with their mother, too young to leave her side. Hadn't he been as old as Gersemi was now when they'd been won from the Lagoon?
Dior's smile faltered not when Gothic turned to beam back at her. Dutifully, she nodded her encouragement when the boy intimated his intent to pounce at a rather large bullfrog. Yet a sliver of that sadness remained in the glittering aquamarine of her gaze a she watched her children play. Despite the existence of their now two children, Dior wasn't sure that she could say that she and Garmr had become any closer. It was something she longed for: intimacy, affection, trust.. in whatever way he might be able to manage.
He was the Boss of the Lagoon. Of course, there were other matters to attend to. Other mares that drew his attention more than she seemed capable of. Dior couldn't help the way this vexed her. At least her father had actually seemed to care for her mother. She rolled a pink lower lip between her teeth. Dior wasn't ready to give up on the prospect yet, but.. she desperately wanted to see her mother. She didn't want to have to run to make that happen though. It seemed highly unlikely that Garmr would simply let her walk out of here, especially with his foals on her hips. What could she do but ask? Would he deign to come if she called? With a lilting note, Dior beckoned him.
Oh, how her heart ached to think of her mother! Was she happy there on the slopes of the Peak? Their reunion had been so joyous, despite the nature of how they both came to be there. Dior had been amazed to learn that her mother had produced two boys by the then (and current) Marauder, Khyber. The older boy, Luxor, had promptly avoided her after Vogue was taken, but the younger boy Khorvaire had gone with their mother, too young to leave her side. Hadn't he been as old as Gersemi was now when they'd been won from the Lagoon?
Dior's smile faltered not when Gothic turned to beam back at her. Dutifully, she nodded her encouragement when the boy intimated his intent to pounce at a rather large bullfrog. Yet a sliver of that sadness remained in the glittering aquamarine of her gaze a she watched her children play. Despite the existence of their now two children, Dior wasn't sure that she could say that she and Garmr had become any closer. It was something she longed for: intimacy, affection, trust.. in whatever way he might be able to manage.
He was the Boss of the Lagoon. Of course, there were other matters to attend to. Other mares that drew his attention more than she seemed capable of. Dior couldn't help the way this vexed her. At least her father had actually seemed to care for her mother. She rolled a pink lower lip between her teeth. Dior wasn't ready to give up on the prospect yet, but.. she desperately wanted to see her mother. She didn't want to have to run to make that happen though. It seemed highly unlikely that Garmr would simply let her walk out of here, especially with his foals on her hips. What could she do but ask? Would he deign to come if she called? With a lilting note, Dior beckoned him.
DIOR
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- it’s getting darker - By Garmr January 29, 2026 at 08:57:53 PM
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