The Peak scent was becoming a commonplace stench that Garmr had to deal with. Especially in his home. It made him wrinkle up his face, not bothering to hide his disgust, before he bothered to go and see what it was. After the painted mare had so brazenly stomped her way into the swamp and gotten away with it, Garmr was sure he wouldn’t allow it a second time.


The Lagoon Boss didn’t hurry, not bothered enough to waste the energy, and the smell of Lucifer was already beginning to penetrate the Peak smell. Before Garmr had gotten there, Lucifer was already calling out, demanding help. Yet, what help had he ever been to any of his brothers, aside from to make chaos?


When the silver bay draft steps out of the shadows to face the black beast, he glances to the flesh he is carrying, but quickly dismisses it. A consequence for a later time. “Awful demanding, coming from the likes of you.” Garmr said calmly, his green eyes sharp and glittering in the Lagoon shadows. “Fall in line, Lucifer. Or I will send you back to the Peak to be their permanent plaything.” The Lagoon Boss promised in a chilling tone.


Garmr was not naïve to Lucifer’s fickle loyalty. How he had turned to others, as if to usurp the Lagoon Boss from his throne. That all ended now, by Lucifer’s submission, or his imprisonment.


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