Garmr was, without a doubt, satisfied with himself and the chaos he had been causing. But the stallion knew if he grew still, even for just a second, that dissatisfied restlessness could return with a vengeance. So, without a second thought, he threw himself into the sea with a particular destination in mind. His crooked smile grew when he drew himself onto the Atlantis shore after a short swim from the Crossing, and he drew in a deep breath, letting the mare’s scent simmer in his lungs. He had promised that it would be her turn, so here he was, making sure he kept that promise.


Head down, ears cast back (not completely pinned) the stallion moved into a trot down along the shoreline. He didn’t want to head further inland, not wanting the thick vegetation to get wrapped around his legs or slow him down. Surely he would find someone along the shore, and he wasn’t disappointed. It didn’t take long before he spotted the beast of a mare further up the shore.


The lagoon brute didn’t let out a call or try to alert anyone of his presence. Instead, his ears flatted and he angled his body into a snaking position. Although by her size, he suspected that this was going to be a fun battle than a quick trip back to the Lagoon.


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