Long, lanky legs carry the growing stallion through the swathes of moonlight and shadow as he traverses from the Falls into the Lagoon. It is a journey he has made a thousand times over in his head but has yet to do. Mostly because of his age, but also because of uncertainty. The reek of other stallion that carried his blood was a disgusting, off putting smell that often-made Garmr raise his lip with a snarling grimace. Even if he did not know the bastard’s face that sired him, he knew his scent. Garmr’s mother pointing it out once when they had crossed it in the meadow. It had seared into his mind like a burn that left a permanent scar. The other stallion that had carried nearly the same scent, the young stallion could only assume was his brother. Now that both were gone, what was holding him back? Even if they weren’t, Garmr was tired of hiding in the shadows. He had bid his time long enough. It was time for the world to know him. The young stallion couldn’t help but feel giddy excitement with what was to come. But first….


Young untried muscles flexed beneath brown, unmarked hide as he pulled his light-colored legs from the muck to stand on a little knoll. Ears perking, Garmr peered out from under the blanket of forelock that rested on his face. So far, he hadn’t seen anyone. Even though scents were weak, they weren’t completely gone. Where was the welcoming party? Surely the Lagoon would be eager to corrupt another soul. If only they knew… and perhaps they did… that Garmr was already corrupt. The darkness in him a cold, ruthless strength he had been born with. The very thing that caused him to smile now, a chuckle leaving his dark lips in the night covered swamp. The eerie sound echoing back to him in reply. He could already tell, even with it so empty, how much he was going to like it here.


“Where the hell are you?!” he yelled, his voice demanding as it broke the utter silence that surrounded him. “Come out to play!”


GARMR