Nightmares are dreams too
CW: blood, injury, phsyical abuse
Garmr was feeling as if he were waking up from a nightmare, only that he was the monster, and not the prey. His anger and bloodlust were beginning to lessen, his green eyes giving a slow blink, then two. The small threadling of hope she had tugged on, trying to get him to think, to listen, had begun to work. Though whatever Ainaz hoped to achieve with the beast, was quickly erased by her harsh words. What she wanted of him; she clearly would not give back.
The blackness of Garmr’s soul that he had begun to shove back into its box came spewing out like a plague. It wrapped its talons around his heart, his mind, and numbed him to any other feeling than rage and the desire to smear her bloodied corpse across the grass in pieces for the Peak to find later.
A low growlish sound escaped the stallion, the malicious glitter of fury taking hold of his green eyes, was Ainaz’s only warning before Garmr lunged toward her. Mouth agape, he aimed to latch it onto the crest of her neck and to yank his massive head to the side. To rip mane and flesh from her body, before he lunged again. His massive feathered front hooves lashing out to strike her down. To beat against her body, to break one of her delicate legs, to perhaps even reach high enough to crush her skull beneath their weight as his hooves returned to the earth. Anything he could do to bring her pain before he brought her the mercy of death.