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.
my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline
Posted on February 3, 2026 at 09:18:42 AM by Clio

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

[Bit of a long/time-skippy post to cover her birthing and catch her up to speed.]


The first contraction had been followed by a sob, muffled in that secluded, sheltered place that Tattoo had led Clio to upon her arrival in the Lagoon. It wasn’t a sound borne of pain, however, at least not pain from the birth pangs. During her months here, she had thought about Carthage, her firstborn son and her older daughter all the time, and she longed for them, and missed them.

But presently, it wasn’t the company of her stallion that she longed for, but the realization that she had lost such precious time with Terpsichore. True, she had been there when her daughter had reached physical maturity, but she’d lost out on getting to know the mare she would become. To speak of matters of the heart with her, to learn of what it was Terpsichore wanted in this life, and to seek Carthage out and murmur quietly into the night about all the ways they’d do their best by her. "My daughter," Clio whispered, easing down onto her side in that quiet hollow when she felt it was time.

Silently, she prayed that the labor would be kind on her body, that it would be quick, and that she would deliver this child of Carthage’s safely, as she had all Briseis, and Terpsichore, and Telperion. When it was over, and her newborn was flailing about, a bleat sounding in the air, Clio reached for the foal - another filly - and worked to clean her, and get her on her feet.

A sound not far outside the entrance of her sheltered den had Clio snapping to attention. Half apprehensive, half hopeful, she called in a soft, low voice. "My daughter?” Surely it was just Briseis returning to her. That child was growing far too comfortable here, disappearing off by herself, despite the many dangers. She should have grown up in the verdant jungles of the Ridge, of their home, but instead, Briseis had become independent of her, and selfishly, Clio resented that.

But if it wasn’t - if it was Tattoo, or one of the other brutes in the Lagoon so foolish as to encroach into her space… Her ears pinned at the very thought of any of them trying to get close to the perfect, precious filly standing on shaky legs behind her. She would drive them out with a violence unlike any she’d ever had to resort to in her life.

When no figure dared to darken the entrance, Clio turned her back, positioning such that she was ready to kick out with hind leg should any unwelcome guests show up uninvited, and bowed her head to caress the little filly, finishing cleaning her off. “My daughter,” she breathed against the filly’s damp, fuzzy mane. “Proserpina."

~~~~


In a way, Proserpina had taken on the harsher qualities that she had observed in her mother, such that the young filly was the opposite of her yearling sister. Apprehensive, disinterested in exploring, and never straying from Clio’s side, sticking as close as her shadow.

Even now, after Clio had visibly relaxed (though her eyes and ears remained alert) the white-legged sooty buckskin girl stood stiff and still beside her mother. Whipping her head around at the sound of someone moving across the marshy ground just on the other side of a screen of bushes that Clio often tucked them behind for privacy, rather than standing out in the open, Proserpina pinned her little ears and puffed up her chest in preparation to make it clear that whoever was approaching wasn’t welcome.

“Calm, darling girl," came the whispered reassurance of her mother, warming her ears and coaxing them into relaxing a little. Even so, Proserpina’s blue eyes were still cold and flat as she scanned the area, the lashing of her fluffy tail gave the spirited filly away.
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    • Post coming - By Katianna February 3, 2026 at 10:20:29 AM
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