’...Look who's good at guessing games…. It’s been awhile ex-prime minister…’ The sheer in Garmr’s voice sets the rose-dappled hairs of her spine bristling as anger flashes behind her silver eyes. A feral noise threatens to rise from her throat in response to his insolence, but she fights it back, disguising it by clearing her throat. Raven-tipped ears turn backward in displeasure, and her lips press firmly together. Her icy gaze belying her hatred for the silver-haired beast. ”Not nearly long enough, Garmr." she replies, her voice devoid of emotion as she blinks at the beast as evenly as possible, despite the rise of adrenaline heating her veins. This was not going to go well at all.
Pale, silver eyes glitter at Garmr’s mention of her ‘visit’ to the Lagoon as he called it. Paper-thin nostrils flare, releasing a less-than-amused exhale of breath. So many, many comments hang in her throat, begging to tear from her lungs if only to rip jagged slices into the frosted Lagoon boss's battled marred skin. How dare he act as though the Lagoon was not coming after the mares of the peak again and again and again. How dare he act like the dispicable acts she witnessed as ‘captive’ of the Lagoon were not being committed against ALL the herds of the islands. How dare he come to the Peak without so much as backup, as though he truly had no fear of them and the warrior bloodlines they stood for!
The beast’s green eyes glare down his nose at her. Fearlessly, she lifts her throat, raising her silvered gaze to meet his unabashed. Again, a snort blasts from her lips, this time, it is but a floodgate bursting open for the words that tumble after it. ”And what makes you think your General’s death gives you the right to get your Maurader back? A Maurauder who continues to target the Peak and myself again and again?” she snarls, the venom in her voice clear as she shoots Khyber a hard glare before shifting back to Garmr again.
Defiantly, she gave her finely dished crown a toss, flicking the straying strands of her wind-tangled mane back from where it curled around her throat at the silver-maned stallion’s not-so-veiled threat. A threat he had used against her once before and which had resulted in nothing but trouble for the Peak. Two mares traded only to turn around and race right back to their captors. Stockholm syndrome was strongly taught among the trinkets. Just enough freedom and length to their leashes to give them a false sense of importance. As if they still did not wear those gilded collars around their throats and marched to whatever beat the bachelor’s drums beat on that particular day. Not for the first time, she thought of offering Garmr a sliver of the same olive branch she had given Khyber. Thinks of promising the Lagoon boss that his general’s death had been mere fluke and as reprocussion, the Peak saw that Marceline was demoted (by her own decision but they not need know that). ’Blood for blood Khar’pern…’ Khyber’s words ring in her ears just as loudly as they had the moment the beast spoke them loud. As much as she detested the idea of her next thought, the pretty-faced bastard was right…. Garmr would not care.
’...Quite the pickle…’ Khyber butts in, earning Khar’pern’s sharp gaze. A single arched brow rises as the unspoken question lingers in her throat as her icy gaze aims their daggers for his cocky expression. And WHY are you here? That answer comes quickly enough on the coattails of his opening statement, it would seem.
Anger and fury spark beneath her skin as he continues to speak, casting her an almost lazy glance before turning his loyal gaze to Garmr. Of course, she knew he was never the best choice of… diplomat, so to speak, to smooth over the ruffle that Vane’s death at Marceline’s hooves had caused. But she had NOT expected him to all but turn his back on her and slice at her armor in the way he so carelessly did now.
Heat smolders beneath her violent gaze. Teeth bite down on her ashen lips to keep her indignation and betrayal from her eyes. Instead, she lifts her exotic facade, standing behind the words he spoke without attempting to utter any form of denial. There was no point even if she wanted to. Garmr would believe his Maurader over a Peak mare any day. However, when Khyber turns his gaze back to her with a roll of his shoulders, it is as though him taking Solas with him was a burden instead of the olive branch she meant it to be. Not only had he just openly confessed Solas’s tie to Garmr, but to Clarity too. A fact she had not figured out how to address amongst the other Peak mares. Betrayal.
Raven-tipped sonars snap back against her skullcap, disappearing beneath the obsidian mantle of her mane. Her long, raven banner whips audibly against her flanks as the petite mare shiffles in place, doing her best to dispel the rise of anger that threatens to consume her and send her raging at Khyber’s throat despite the repercussions. The longer she gazed at her once-lover, her ex-lover, the more she wanted to feel his skin beneath her teeth and savor the metallic tang of his blood on her tongue. He deserved her wrath. He deserved her hatred and her anger, now more so than ever. He had betrayed her, turned his back on her instead of trying to keep the ties that bound them, however frayed and ragged the threads might be, together.
A cocky laugh pours from her lips now as she turns her attention back to the grim expression on Garmr’s face. Icy silver eyes glitter in the bright sunlight as she takes a single threatening step forward, closing the gap of space between them so that she is nose to nose with the Lagoon Boss. ”No.” The word is a barely audible growl as it rumbles past the venom and hatred and disgust in her throat. Lithe muscles remain tense beneath her dapple coat as she woman clacks her teeth together in threat. ”Leave now Garmr, before I decide to take advantage of your lack of backup to defend youself in the heart of our home.” she murmured, raking a single, jagged hoof against the rocky terrain underfoot. ”Khyber will remain here until I say otherwise. A ‘trinket’ of the Peaks just as you treat our sisters.” The last words are hissed with venom-soaked hatred.
”Leave! Before my teeth find you!” she growls, pivoting to place her lithe frame between Garmr and Khyber. Teeth flash mercilessly as the mare aims for his brown and white flesh, her bite vicious as she separates the boon companions. Khyber had not seen the worst of who she could be, but he would see that soon enough.
Khar'pern
The jungle is dark but full of diamonds;