Garmr can feel her teeth upon the sensitive skin of his flank. Where she has claimed the flesh, it burns with a flame he cannot describe but it is nothing like the burn of pain that has left the scars upon him. Garmr wants more, but he cannot seem to voice his desires. Even as she utters her feelings of missing him, the stallion does not make a sound. He lets his green eyes finally open and while she cannot see them when his head still rests upon her back, they glitter with wanting rather than malice. But the brute is quick to blink it away.


When she speaks again, Garmr is slow to do so, but he pulls his head from her back. As if trying to right himself from the indulgence he’d partaken in, his muscles tightening beneath flesh and he stands a little straighter. It is almost as if he might face down an enemy.


“Change is inevitable.” He finally says, the growl to his tone almost making him sound feral. Though Garmr is barely more than a beast most days. Though it causes a pain to twist in his chest that he isn’t familiar with, Garmr steps to the side to break their touch. Almost instantly he wants it to return. To feel her warmth, her breath, her teeth on him again. But he doesn’t give in to his desires. Not this time. “Get out, Ainaz….” He says, his voice void of everything he felt twisting inside. “And take Nazanin with you.”