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.
i've no more kept my warmth
Posted on March 3, 2026 at 10:40:27 AM by Kythri

Kythri
than blood upon the snow

For months now, he’d hovered as a shadow at the edge of the Lagoon, watching, waiting, learning the lay of the land and finding his footing. His brother was gone - that much was clear - and the young buckskin overo was uncertain as to how to proceed.

Kythri had found only the faintest of traces of his father’s scent, and so, for a time, he withdrew, roaming the rest of the island, marveling at the size of it. He kept well away from the Peak, not daring to venture beyond the border, and as much as he could, he avoided the Meadow, because it reminded him too much of the place he had left behind.

In the early days, after Luxor had first found him on the beach, Kythri had missed his mother fiercely. But as much as he knew he should return to her, there was something - fear of disappointment perhaps, or a growing sense of independence and brotherhood - that kept him from the sea. And as weeks turned into months, he forgot the brief time he’d spent on Luthien, and no longer had need for the tenderness of Lavender.

He stuck close to Luxor, and when Luxor vanished, not returning when Kythri expected, the buckskin took it in stride, becoming ever more vigilant, and learning to survive on his own.

In time though, the need for company and a sense of purpose led him back toward the Lagoon, but it there was a sense of tension in the very air that had him proceeding with caution. It was a time of change for the bachelors, but there seemed a greater upheaval than there had been the previous year, so Kythri decided to wait for it to settle before inserting himself into the midst of a battle of wills and egos.

He was not impervious to it, even lurking at the edge of the Lagoon as he had been all this time. So he’d taken off early in the day, ranging far to the north, slaked his thirst from a trickle of freshwater from a distant mountain stream, and spent much of the afternoon puzzling over what seemed were the fading scents of his mother and father and younger twin siblings.

Something about it had made his chest feel tight, and a foul mood settled over him. What had they been doing here, all together? Had his mother come looking for him? Had his father been with her for all this time? Did his little brother and sister even remember him? Had it been worth it, leaving them all behind in an effort to reclaim what had been taken from him, only to end up roaming alone?

Growing increasingly irritable, he had fled, racing the setting sun as he galloped back to the Lagoon.

And there, farther into the Lagoon than he had been since his mother had first birthed him here, Kythri scouted for drinkable water to quench his thirst, and settled at the edge of the marsh, the mud on his legs and chest drying slowly. He’d wash it off in the ocean later, when it became dry and itchy, but for now it helped to cool him.

A sound that was not part of the natural ambience of the Lagoon drew his attention, and the young stallion turned his head, alert and yet relaxed and at ease. "Who’s there?" he asked, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. There was no sharpness in his voice, just curiosity, softened at the edges by the physical weariness of his body.
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