Common

Pretty sure had never been good enough. Though he didn’t doubt that Thranduil was certain of what he had seen, the gruesome story of how Nahawi had been killed compelling to the idea that the red dun was dead, Garmr didn’t believe it. Without a body laying at his feet, he would have never believed it. But with everything else going on, it was hard to think about the red dun again. Until he was faced with the very stallion he’d once had to call Boss.


Standing in the Commons, grazing as if it were any other neutral territory, was the battered red stallion. It made Thranduil’s story all the more real, seeing it in the healing marks on Nahawi’s body. It wasn’t the only ones, as fresh ones crossed over the older ones, showing how harsh life had been for the ex-lagoon stallion. But Garmr was hardly one for pity, and it showed in the triumphant smirk that tugged at his lips now.


It had been a long time since excitement rushed through his system, knowing he was about to do something bad. Giddy with it, Garmr’s could barely contain himself as he sauntered across the Commons as if it were the Lagoon itself. “Quite the chilling picture. The Shore King’s ghost here to haunt the Commons. Perhaps he just couldn’t move on, knowing the type of monster that wrapped its claws around his daughter’s heart.” He said, before a laugh escape his lips as he came uncomfortably close to Nahawi. Drool threatened to pool in his mouth as he anticipated the taste of the stallion’s blood, knowing the claiming bite he was about to give wouldn’t be a gentle nip.


“At least you’ll get to know first hand what it’s like to be my plaything.” Garmr whispered silkily, as if sharing a heart felt secret, before he lurched forward into the wounded stallion as if to bowl him over. His lips parting and his teeth seeking any sort of flesh from Nahawi he could find. To lay claim, and to make sure his claiming bite would be carried by the red dun for the rest of his life.