Nightmares are dreams too
Her protests fell on deaf ears, just as her stray kicks were ignored. Only the potent smell of her body is the true challenging thing he must fight against himself over, though he doesn’t know why. She will lie upon the ground soon; cold, lifeless eyes staring up at the sky until they are no more. Why not indulge in all things to his desire, then just her blood on his tongue?
Only his name brings the stallion’s slow prowl closer to a pause. It is the first time she has said it, at least to him. Always something else, though jerk was the softest of the list. “I’m doing whatever it is I want to do.” He replied, though his voice had taken a lower, more gruntal tone. As if some primal feeling had wrapped its fist around the stallion’s thoughts, though he doubted she realized it was her life he desired more than her body. “You should be thanking me.” A slow, cruel smile tugging at his lips. “It’s exactly what you want too.”
Freedom could be given in so many different ways. Though he supposed death wasn’t on the list of how she wanted to obtain it. Garmr takes a few steps closer, his nostrils flaring to drag in her scent, hoping to find it tainted with the wonderful aroma of fear. His green eyes staring into her own, hoping to see terror flash there as much as the fire she had always glared at him with. If he couldn’t have what he wanted when he had sought for it on the Ruins, he would gladly take this instead.