Falls

Garmr can see the fear he sought to find, the weakness of her cowardness as she takes a step back from him. It seems the soul he is about to steal from her body will be easier than he anticipated. It’s almost disappointing. But as he takes another step closer, his body coiling for the initial strike that would be followed by many, Ainaz squares herself against his approach and finds her courage.


I don’t want it she tells him with defiance clear in her tone. Oh, but you do he wants to say, but somehow, he’s lost his words. His mouth nearly salivating with anticipation to the copper tange he hasn’t tasted in quite some time. It would be nothing like the soft body of the foal. She would fight, even if it was in vain, and he would marvel in her last breaths of life.


Adventure she protests, claiming her attempted escape to the Ruins didn’t count, and just as his name had brought Garmr to pause so does this. “I do not care.” His voice doesn’t even sound like his own anymore as he flings her own words back at her, and the stallion realizes how little control he has left, if any at all. The darkness he was born with, the monster his siblings and sire seemed free of, had never been so close to the surface as it was now. How had he let it become like this? She had told him time and again there was always a choice, but Garmr was sure for him there had never been a chance to make a choice at all.