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.
she bargains with the world
Posted on March 1, 2026 at 06:10:29 AM by Briseis

Briseis
so everything she wants will come to her
At his response, blunt and gruff as she’d come to expect from him, Briseis merely dropped her head, breaking eye contact and turning away a little. Some small part of her was worried that it might have come across as rude in some way, but she hadn’t meant to imply anything. It was just that Briseis could still feel her heart pounding in her chest, and the fear and adrenalin had a hold of her still, so that even though she tried really hard, she couldn’t stop shaking.

If it was her mother beside her, she would have sought comfort by leaning against her and tucking in close, but it was Tattoo, and he was hurt too, so the yearling simply stood there just behind him and off to the side, so that the black and white stallion stood between her and the wild cat like a shield. Even though it was no longer a threat now, mortally wounded and weakening, Briseis didn’t want to see it. But she didn’t want to leave without Tattoo, because he had become a sudden and deep source of safety for her.

The rumble of his voice served to calm her as much as his words did, but it was only after he had turned to put the cat out of its misery as she requested with a swift strike of his hooves, and the beast was finally still, that Briseis was able to draw in a deep, hitching breath. She watched with wide blue eyes as the predators body sank into the swamp, giving an involuntary shiver. Perhaps her fears weren’t unfounded after all. How many bones lay buried in the marshy patches of the Lagoon?

She didn’t want to think about it. Instead she just nodded, and moved off after Tattoo, trailing close behind him, limping a little as she went, but taking care to follow his steps and heed any little direction he gave. When they broke through the edge of the swamp, Briseis blinked in the bright openness, and made her way slowly to the shoreline. The question, when it came, was a little unexpected, and the yearling looked over at Tattoo,

"It hurts," Briseis said softly, open and honest with him, and there was a tightness to her voice that further indicated her discomfort. There was a weariness to her also, in the aftermath of the attack, and the adrenalin beginning to ebb. The yearling filly’s slender body trembled as she slowly ventured a little deeper into the waves, so that the sea could rinse her wounds of the marsh water from the Lagoon interior. Whether it was from the sting of the saltwater, or the aftereffects of shock, or both, it wasn’t clear.

Once she felt steady on her hooves, bracing so she didn’t lose her footing as the waves rolled in, and were drawn back out, she turned to look at Tattoo. "But I’ll be okay." Her blue eyes looked over his form, more concerned about his injuries, which had been far more numerous than hers. But after several moments, she looked away, recalling how he’d reassured her earlier, wanting to keep her calm, and not to worry about him.

"Thank you Tattoo." The words were softly murmured, little more than a whisper, and for some time she just stood there in the sea, until the waves began to roll in a little harder, and the current pulled a little stronger, which saw Briseis wading back to the shallows. Hesitantly, she turned to look over her shoulder to try and get a look at the wound on her haunch, the expression on her pale face showing her exhaustion, butcher was no longer wide-eyed and shaking, a calmness having settled in.

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