She doesn’t cow to him, just as he expects she wouldn’t. Instead, she offers flippant words that only offer fuel to the fire, keeping the smirk burning there upon his dark lips. Garmr’s desire to play with her grows. The need to torment her like a void he couldn’t fill without the taste of her blood, and to see it stain her pretty pale coat. But despite the darkness that enters his green eyes that continue to glitter with curiosity, he does not move from his place where he stands before her. Even as she speaks the previous boss’ name.


“Not here to see you.” he replied, a low rumbling chuckle following his words. “Perhaps you’re not worth seeing.” Garmr offers cruelly, though his tone remains the same cool indifference. “Perhaps you’re not worth collecting.” The malicious glint flitters in those green depths then, but Garmr still does not act upon his impulses. With age has come some semblance of restraint, but it would not last long. “The Lagoon is not Nahawi’s anymore. Best return home to your frozen rock before I use the leverage I see in front of me.”


Garmr had used everything that had presented itself thus far to try and ruin the red stallion. If a mare like this was coming to look for him during the Fall, it would mean there was attachment there. Something else he could exploit in his favor against the has been boss. Garmr smiled again, this time the sinister thoughts spilling over to cover his face.


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