01-17-2017, 02:00 AM
Do something.
Zoryn
He might as well have slapped him in the face. In fact, he wished he had. A physical slap in the face would be all the more preferable to the pain of rejection he feels now as Dovev yanks away from him, placing his body between his and the pretty bird-girl. Those purple-flecked brown eyes go wide and then slowly narrow to glare fire at the male. "You know me. Don't act like you don't." It was surely impossible. They had been close. Zoryn had opened himself to him. Dovev had claimed him. There had been a silent promise that he'd always be there when Zoryn needed him. And likewise for him. They had been intimate. Zoryn had let him inside of him in more ways than could be expressed. And now, he was staring. Confused, and helpless. As though they are perfect strangers. And maybe they are, if he stares at him so and rejects his touch.
NO.
Zoryn knows him. Even if his appearance has mostly changed, he knows him. He will always know him. Always remember. How could Dovev not remember him?! Did their time together truly mean nothing to him? No. It couldn't be so. Something has happened to him. Something was wrong. He is the same Dovev, but different. He knows it has been a long time. So many months. But not enough for him to forget. They had been each other's firsts. In more ways than one.
Well. Zoryn would make him remember. Whatever had been done to him, would NOT undo him. Their time together had been important. Not to be lost in a sea of nothing. Never. Ears pin flatly to his black and white mane as he lifts his head indignantly. Nostrils flare as his eyes flash with anger, denial and betrayal. It sinks in what he must do, and he takes the steps, gaze never leaving the black abyss of Dov's eyes. He moves off, around the pair, as though he means to leave. He burns. Seethes. Rages inside. But he isn't ready to give up. Not on Dovev. Never. His head turns away from them as he continues walking, chin tucking toward chest. His heart beats heavy, his breaths come shaky. Adrenaline courses through him. The beast urges him to act. ACT!
Away, probably out of sight, he turns. A wide circle to return. It is slow at first. Let them think he has given up. The girl is barely on his mind any more. She doesn't matter. He WILL remember him. His every fiber vibrates with rage, hunger. Need. Amethyst and brown eyes narrow, vision tunneling to his target. And he plunges forward. It is like the first time they'd met, only this time his footing is sure. Strong. Direct and certain. The girl be damned, Zoryn charges in. Muscles bunch and contract with his strides. Eager, fervent. His gaze is locked on his target, unwavering. The subtlest of smirks quirks up the corners of his blackish lips and he approaches swiftly like a lion to its prey.
Once within range, he snakes out his neck to aim a bite anywhere he can reach that isn't covered by bone plates, likely to the same shoulder he'd sank his teeth into the first time they'd done this. If that fails, he slings his body into the other male, seeking to shove him off balance with a clash of muscle to muscle/bone. Hopefully they will both receive a lovely bruise. At best they would both be hurting, if minor, enough to last a short time. Win-win. After his blows are dealt, the dun tobiano moves off and swings his body around to circle off with the other, standing yin-yang style and eyes calculating the stallions's retaliation. Everything about him says "bring it". "What are you looking at? Do something about it." The same deep, rugged tone from that first day. His face changes, shifting quickly from agitation to daring, anticipation. Inside, he is desperate, gauging the other's dark gaze. Come on, Dovev. Remember me. Know me!
NO.
Zoryn knows him. Even if his appearance has mostly changed, he knows him. He will always know him. Always remember. How could Dovev not remember him?! Did their time together truly mean nothing to him? No. It couldn't be so. Something has happened to him. Something was wrong. He is the same Dovev, but different. He knows it has been a long time. So many months. But not enough for him to forget. They had been each other's firsts. In more ways than one.
Well. Zoryn would make him remember. Whatever had been done to him, would NOT undo him. Their time together had been important. Not to be lost in a sea of nothing. Never. Ears pin flatly to his black and white mane as he lifts his head indignantly. Nostrils flare as his eyes flash with anger, denial and betrayal. It sinks in what he must do, and he takes the steps, gaze never leaving the black abyss of Dov's eyes. He moves off, around the pair, as though he means to leave. He burns. Seethes. Rages inside. But he isn't ready to give up. Not on Dovev. Never. His head turns away from them as he continues walking, chin tucking toward chest. His heart beats heavy, his breaths come shaky. Adrenaline courses through him. The beast urges him to act. ACT!
Away, probably out of sight, he turns. A wide circle to return. It is slow at first. Let them think he has given up. The girl is barely on his mind any more. She doesn't matter. He WILL remember him. His every fiber vibrates with rage, hunger. Need. Amethyst and brown eyes narrow, vision tunneling to his target. And he plunges forward. It is like the first time they'd met, only this time his footing is sure. Strong. Direct and certain. The girl be damned, Zoryn charges in. Muscles bunch and contract with his strides. Eager, fervent. His gaze is locked on his target, unwavering. The subtlest of smirks quirks up the corners of his blackish lips and he approaches swiftly like a lion to its prey.
Once within range, he snakes out his neck to aim a bite anywhere he can reach that isn't covered by bone plates, likely to the same shoulder he'd sank his teeth into the first time they'd done this. If that fails, he slings his body into the other male, seeking to shove him off balance with a clash of muscle to muscle/bone. Hopefully they will both receive a lovely bruise. At best they would both be hurting, if minor, enough to last a short time. Win-win. After his blows are dealt, the dun tobiano moves off and swings his body around to circle off with the other, standing yin-yang style and eyes calculating the stallions's retaliation. Everything about him says "bring it". "What are you looking at? Do something about it." The same deep, rugged tone from that first day. His face changes, shifting quickly from agitation to daring, anticipation. Inside, he is desperate, gauging the other's dark gaze. Come on, Dovev. Remember me. Know me!
Sorry, Neo! He doesn't mean to ignore Aurora. Give him a bit. There's something heavy going on here <3