01-14-2017, 01:23 AM
Do something.
Zoryn
He has felt it building inside him. Rising and growing like some living thing. It started as a small thing, annoying- like an itch that couldn't be scratched- but it'd been tolerable. Now, however, it has grown into a beast. It paces in the walls of his mind, prowling and baring its fangs. Ever more, it makes itself known to him, rattling the cage, hissing and raking its claws against the walls. It makes him restless, makes him wild.
Need.
His muscles are tight as he walks into the meadow, rippling under his golden coat splashed with white and striped with black on his primal points. Black mane and tail catch in the breeze, tapping gently against his neck and hocks. It tickles him, and the beast snarls. It doesn't want gentle. It doesn't like soft touches. Zoryn hums low in eager anticipation. The Need has grown so high, hard to manage. His skin itches, burns beneath the surface.. His muscles twitch in aggravation. He aches with it, his body eager for action. Pain. He needs it. Wants it. Craves it.
There are a rare few that Zor knows he can truly enjoy himself with. Those who can handle his particular brand of punishment, and reciprocate. His sister, for one. She was always there for him. Well, except for while they had slept. Slept so long as the world passed them by, continuing on even as they rested. Until they were ready to enter it once again. And oh, they had made their debut upon awakening and reuniting. And reunite they had. Deliciously. But it wasn't just the two of them, no. There had been one other that day. One that Zor had discovered, claimed and shared between he and his sister. Jet black body with a splash of night sky here and there. Black eyes that glittered and danced with shared desires. Shared pain. Shared pleasure. A shudder creeps up Zoryn's spine at the memory. He had been sated that day, the beast put quietly to rest. But many days had passed since then. More than he cares to count. And the beast has woken once again.
And there he is. Different but the same. Same scent, same eyes, same lovely little spot behind one corner of those lips. Lips that had touched him. Lips he wants to feel again. Lips that pull back over teeth that are biting someone else, presently. Jealousy curls it's ugly fingers around him, squeezing until he feels his eyes narrow and gaze burns red. Tail snaps like a whip against his hip and the beast howls its fury. Ah, but he must find some calm. A few deep breaths. At first, it only fuels the fire, but then finally the crimson starts to clear from his vision. He reminds himself that it is fun to share. And upon further inspection, the man with the bones growing outside his hide had seemed not to be responding to the girl with the peacock feathers in kind. More like surprise. And she seems just as surprised by him lashing out at her. Zor smirks, the lifting of his lips crooked and devious.
Brown eyes glint with flecks of amethyst as he approaches. His gait smooth and steady. He looks the girl up and down, gaze lingering but only briefly. She is not the one he is eager to see. A long time since he's seen Dovev. Too long, and the beast purrs low as it paces his mind. Slinking around the other male, Zoryn 'tsks' at the sight of him. "What's been done to you?" His eyes, though burning as they rove him, soften slightly at his appearance. So skinny, as though he never eats. And the bones, having burst from his skin, leaving oozing wounds in their wake. Blood, new and old, mingles in his dark coat, and Z finds his mouth watering for a taste. An urge he cannot resist. Coming up alongside Dov's right, the dun tobiano dips his muzzle in close to the other's shoulder, pink tongue darting out to lick slowly along the edge of one wound. He hums low at the taste, a deep rumble in his chest, and hovers his muzzle over one patch of black fur before pulling back his head. "I have missed you." A low tone, full of truth. And then his gaze slowly glides to the girl with the colorful drooping wings. "And who might you be." His head rises with neck arched, chin tucked inward as he stares down his nose at the pretty little female. His expression is blank as he gazes at her, but inwardly, the beast coils and prepares to pounce. Wonder what she tastes like.
Need.
His muscles are tight as he walks into the meadow, rippling under his golden coat splashed with white and striped with black on his primal points. Black mane and tail catch in the breeze, tapping gently against his neck and hocks. It tickles him, and the beast snarls. It doesn't want gentle. It doesn't like soft touches. Zoryn hums low in eager anticipation. The Need has grown so high, hard to manage. His skin itches, burns beneath the surface.. His muscles twitch in aggravation. He aches with it, his body eager for action. Pain. He needs it. Wants it. Craves it.
There are a rare few that Zor knows he can truly enjoy himself with. Those who can handle his particular brand of punishment, and reciprocate. His sister, for one. She was always there for him. Well, except for while they had slept. Slept so long as the world passed them by, continuing on even as they rested. Until they were ready to enter it once again. And oh, they had made their debut upon awakening and reuniting. And reunite they had. Deliciously. But it wasn't just the two of them, no. There had been one other that day. One that Zor had discovered, claimed and shared between he and his sister. Jet black body with a splash of night sky here and there. Black eyes that glittered and danced with shared desires. Shared pain. Shared pleasure. A shudder creeps up Zoryn's spine at the memory. He had been sated that day, the beast put quietly to rest. But many days had passed since then. More than he cares to count. And the beast has woken once again.
And there he is. Different but the same. Same scent, same eyes, same lovely little spot behind one corner of those lips. Lips that had touched him. Lips he wants to feel again. Lips that pull back over teeth that are biting someone else, presently. Jealousy curls it's ugly fingers around him, squeezing until he feels his eyes narrow and gaze burns red. Tail snaps like a whip against his hip and the beast howls its fury. Ah, but he must find some calm. A few deep breaths. At first, it only fuels the fire, but then finally the crimson starts to clear from his vision. He reminds himself that it is fun to share. And upon further inspection, the man with the bones growing outside his hide had seemed not to be responding to the girl with the peacock feathers in kind. More like surprise. And she seems just as surprised by him lashing out at her. Zor smirks, the lifting of his lips crooked and devious.
Brown eyes glint with flecks of amethyst as he approaches. His gait smooth and steady. He looks the girl up and down, gaze lingering but only briefly. She is not the one he is eager to see. A long time since he's seen Dovev. Too long, and the beast purrs low as it paces his mind. Slinking around the other male, Zoryn 'tsks' at the sight of him. "What's been done to you?" His eyes, though burning as they rove him, soften slightly at his appearance. So skinny, as though he never eats. And the bones, having burst from his skin, leaving oozing wounds in their wake. Blood, new and old, mingles in his dark coat, and Z finds his mouth watering for a taste. An urge he cannot resist. Coming up alongside Dov's right, the dun tobiano dips his muzzle in close to the other's shoulder, pink tongue darting out to lick slowly along the edge of one wound. He hums low at the taste, a deep rumble in his chest, and hovers his muzzle over one patch of black fur before pulling back his head. "I have missed you." A low tone, full of truth. And then his gaze slowly glides to the girl with the colorful drooping wings. "And who might you be." His head rises with neck arched, chin tucked inward as he stares down his nose at the pretty little female. His expression is blank as he gazes at her, but inwardly, the beast coils and prepares to pounce. Wonder what she tastes like.
Zoryn is horrible and twisted. He is not sorry :|