Nightmares are dreams too
As Nahawi raised himself from the ground into a rear to try and avoid him, Garmr followed. The feel of the red dun’s flesh between his teeth gave a satisfying thrill, and the draft stallion’s eyes gleamed with the delight as they returned to the ground. “Such a terrible thing you’ve suffered. The brain damage must be severe if you think I was hoping you’d go easy.” Garmr countered. “And you’ve only challenged me to find a blade that is.” Nahawi’s body was a tapistry of the pain he had endured since leaving the Lagoon, but Garmr was sure he could find at least one more spot to carve his own marking on the red dun’s soul.
With ears disappearing beneath silver knotted mane, Garmr shoved forward towards Nahawi, hoping to use his wide chest like a battering ram. He wanted to leave bruises all over the red stallion; perhaps even give him a few more bleeding marks besides the one on his shoulder. How would Gitch react, seeing the way he had treated her father? Or Canine, seeing her grandsire? Ah, the family drama would be priceless. Eyes narrowing, he realized that blade was already in his grasp. All he had to do was get Nahawi to the Lagoon so that Garmr would weild it.