You chose to love a monster Garmr wants to growl at Ainaz as she asks if he feels anything. He was not a herd stallion; or even one of the other softer brothers that lingered in the background of the Lagoon. He wore the blood of others when he would return home. Had taken a life with such joy he often craved to do so again, though did not carry an excuse to act upon such desires as he had against the Peak. Did Ainaz realize that by surviving the encounter with him then, it had sentenced another in her stead? That by sparing her, it didn't make him any less of a beast?


Tears wet her lashes and make her eyes glisten as the fire leaves her voice for the true emotion that simmers beneath. The weakness causes the irritation in him to grow, but it is mostly because he doesn't understand the strangeness it makes him feel. The weird pulling at his heart, and the twisting in his gut. He stomps a hind hoof as if he could rid himself of it like he does irritating flies.


Despite his lack of response, Ainaz moves closer and the muscles that were already tense beneath his scarred flesh only draw tighter. Her scent was stronger and Garmr felt as if he were being suffocated by it. But curiosity held him still as she reached for him; his violence filled green eyes watching as her lips peel back to place her teeth upon him.


Heat erupted where she had placed what could have been a claiming bite, but not with pain. It radiated through his body like a raging wildfire until it settled in his loins and left his heart hammering so hard it nearly hurt. Instead of pulling away, she stands nearer, pressing her forehead against him before uttering a plea he never thought would come willingly from her lips.


"Take it." Garmr says for a third time, only his voice isn't as much of a growl as it is closer to a whisper. "My place as Boss is never certain, and can always be taken by any means an adversary deems necessary. In the Lagoon we do not abide by herd rules. You want my attention, then take it. We do not have to come here for you to have it. You want the companion's rank at my side, then prove you are fit for it." Druna was fierce, so Ainaz would have to be more so, but Garmr would not stand in the way of who wanted it anymore than a herd stallion might not for those who wanted to fight for lead mare.


"But no matter what rank you are: trinket or companion, never forget that you are mine." Garmr felt as possessive as it sounded. Unapologetic as ever; the stallion reached over and returned the mark she had made upon his shoulder with far less gentleness. It did nothing to expel the heat building within him; something he had realized was desire. Garmr pressed in closer to the smaller mare, his nose venturing down her side to her flank where he draws in a deep breath that rattled every thought in his head until he could no longer think straight.