Common

Anger boiled through the stallion; the feminine reek of the Peak women still fresh in the dim lit Lagoon where his fallen General lay fresh in his own pool of blood. Although Garmr had not thought of Vane in any particular way to feel grief, he did feel the white-hot fury of the loss. It was one less member in the Lagoon, one more win that those bitches could crow above over the villainous stallions.


If they wanted a villain, Garmr would gladly give them one.


Instead of following them back to the Peak, Garmr found himself making the trek to the Commons. His green eyes swept the open land, but did not see any unsuspecting victim amongst the swirling snowflakes to let his fury be released on. The large stallion gnashed his teeth, wishing it was flesh between them. But he paused when he finally did spot someone. Not a mare as he’d hoped, but possibly something better.


Garmr strode with confidence towards the dark wrath standing frozen beneath the lone tree. His build reminded him a lot of Lucifer, which was strange, since the previous Lagoon member’s scent hung faintly in the air. “Not quite what you expected, is it, foreigner?” Garmr asked, but the question was rhetorical, and he didn’t wait for an answer. “I know of somewhere a lot more pleasing than this.” Where this black brute could warm his bones and rest, at least for a little while. All he had to do, was sell his soul to the devil that stared back at him with glittering green eyes.