Do something.
Zoryn
He burns with it, his rage. Like a never ending storm on his mind and soul- if he has one of those. But he must, for he had let himself succumb to the dark desires that had awakened one day when all he'd sought was pain (given and received). He'd found so much more. More than he could ever have imagined he'd want. And then it was over all too soon. One day together, and together they had come, in so many delicious ways. The next day, gone. He'd let him go, sated and spent. But when his urges rose once more, where had he found him? Atop this lovely bay mare now giving birth in the meadow. All those months ago, he had seen them. The twisting, clawing fingers of jealousy had wreaked havoc on his mind, but he'd made himself come to terms he must share the man. Never had he realized how many others he must share with, however. And never had he expected to be received with such blank awareness. He'd gone to find him once more, only to find him changed in so many ways. The same man, but oh so different. And he'd forgotten him. There was never a more unpleasant pain than that moment. The vile sting of rejection when he'd tried to make him remember. But Dov had fought him. The bastard. And he'd left him with a pretty little thing with peacock drapes.
After, he'd found Dovev's dear Cerva. Here in the meadow, carrying her precious cargo bestowed upon her by the bastard who'd forgotten her, too. Alone, deep in her weary thoughts, wrapped in sadness of her abandonment. He'd let her smell Dovev on his coat, made her believe it was for better reasons than the horrid rejection he'd been given instead. It had amused him at first, her pain and anguish over being apart from Dovev. That was, until Zor realized just how much he and Cerva had in common. Only thing was that while the mare wept in silence, Zoryn seethes. He rages. Burns. He is anxious. Restless. In horrible need for action. And then it's happening, right before his eyes. Cerva's water breaks and the baby is coming. All thoughts leave the dun tobiano's mind, all but one. Get Dovev and bring his ass here. Alone, he could not restore the man's memories. But with Cerva... his one. His young obsession. With her, surely it would be done.
Knowing what he must do, he spins on his ass and takes off like lightning, crashing through the tall grasses and anyone who stands in his way. He barrels through the trees, ears twitching and nostrils seeking. He'd been heading north, to the land his stalking had led him to the knowledge of his wherabouts in Ischia. But lucky for him, he hadn't needed to go that far. His scent, Zoryn would know it anywhere, reaches him from the west, and he changes course. Hooves strike the ground like thunder in the sky, ears flatten as he realizes once again that the bastard is not alone. At his speed and agility as he darts through the trees, Zoryn reaches the Forest in no time. He finds the two of them in much less. A low sound emits from his throat, escalating into some insane roar as he crashes through the brush and shoves Dovev off and away from the crimson and brown woman, hopefully into a tree if he is caught by surprise.
Like some wild animal, Zoryn lowers his neck level to his spine, head curled inward and brown and amethyst eyes flashing pure fire at both him and his new pet. Another pretty thing. His movements are slow and methodical, nostrils flared, teeth bared as he steps away to view them both. Scarier if he'd had fangs, but these aren't details he's concerned with. Seeing them together, Dovev and this.. Her. Nestled together so sweetly, touching so tender. His inner beast snarls and paces, swiping claws at his mind. It drives him mad with rage. He can't stand it anymore. "You don't even know WHAT you're playing with. YOU should be the one afraid." He regards the woman, young and innocent in her grace, eyes glazed with newfound lust. Well, Zoryn would see that she knows what kind of monster hides under all that sweet and tender. Disgusting, foul even, this facade Dov has donned. He spins around, the motion quick as a whip, to regard the man who'd driven him to this. Snarling beast. "You. This is where I find you. All this time and all you can do is surround yourself with pretty toys. While you forget who and what you are. What you've left behind. How could you forget." His words are like dripping venom from his lips, his rage laced into every word. His pain giving them an edge. He steps closer, daring. Uncaring if the other lashes out at him. Craves it, even. "Do you smell her on me, Dovev? Your precious Cerva. Or have you so easily forgotten her too. Do all those you play with become nothing once you have your way with them? Fuck them and then leave to find another toy?" He is pacing now, eyes never leaving the blackness of Dovev's. His words taunting and full of implications. He wants the woman behind to hear him, hopes they burn her ears and make her feel like the scum he has made Cerva feel. The pain he feels. But he doesn't turn to look, his attention never leaving his intended target.
It is boiling over in him, this rage. Even now, though, his mouth thirsts to taste him, his body aches to feel him against him. Even though his appearance has changed, he still wants him. He has to accept that it may never again be answered. May never again be received. But if it is one thing he will do today, it will be to make this fool remember him. Remember everything. With an explosion of action, Zoryn charges in with a feral yell, rising to strike out with forelimbs at anything he can reach. He then feints to the right in a flash of fury and agility, lashing out with his hinds in hopes of striking flesh or even the bones that he now wears on his shoulders and ribcage. With a wild exasperated breath, he charges toward the mare, snaking his neck out to aim a wild bite at her too. And then he is bolting, running back toward the meadow, making sure the boney bastard is following.
He runs, loving the feel of the burn in his muscles as he pushes himself on, the thrill of being chased by his once-lover. Farther, faster, until he circles around to the spot where Cerva lays with her fresh new bundle. He skids to a halt near her and then, panting, steps slowly up to her side and glances down at her with somewhat soft expression before sliding purple-flecked eyes glaring back at Dovev as he comes upon them. "Do you remember now, Dovev." His tone is cold and piercing. Void of emotion at this point. His gaze is anything but, though for now, he stands aside. Waits to see if the gun is fired, the bullet striking where Zoryn had pulled the trigger. Remember us, Dovev, you fool.
After, he'd found Dovev's dear Cerva. Here in the meadow, carrying her precious cargo bestowed upon her by the bastard who'd forgotten her, too. Alone, deep in her weary thoughts, wrapped in sadness of her abandonment. He'd let her smell Dovev on his coat, made her believe it was for better reasons than the horrid rejection he'd been given instead. It had amused him at first, her pain and anguish over being apart from Dovev. That was, until Zor realized just how much he and Cerva had in common. Only thing was that while the mare wept in silence, Zoryn seethes. He rages. Burns. He is anxious. Restless. In horrible need for action. And then it's happening, right before his eyes. Cerva's water breaks and the baby is coming. All thoughts leave the dun tobiano's mind, all but one. Get Dovev and bring his ass here. Alone, he could not restore the man's memories. But with Cerva... his one. His young obsession. With her, surely it would be done.
Knowing what he must do, he spins on his ass and takes off like lightning, crashing through the tall grasses and anyone who stands in his way. He barrels through the trees, ears twitching and nostrils seeking. He'd been heading north, to the land his stalking had led him to the knowledge of his wherabouts in Ischia. But lucky for him, he hadn't needed to go that far. His scent, Zoryn would know it anywhere, reaches him from the west, and he changes course. Hooves strike the ground like thunder in the sky, ears flatten as he realizes once again that the bastard is not alone. At his speed and agility as he darts through the trees, Zoryn reaches the Forest in no time. He finds the two of them in much less. A low sound emits from his throat, escalating into some insane roar as he crashes through the brush and shoves Dovev off and away from the crimson and brown woman, hopefully into a tree if he is caught by surprise.
Like some wild animal, Zoryn lowers his neck level to his spine, head curled inward and brown and amethyst eyes flashing pure fire at both him and his new pet. Another pretty thing. His movements are slow and methodical, nostrils flared, teeth bared as he steps away to view them both. Scarier if he'd had fangs, but these aren't details he's concerned with. Seeing them together, Dovev and this.. Her. Nestled together so sweetly, touching so tender. His inner beast snarls and paces, swiping claws at his mind. It drives him mad with rage. He can't stand it anymore. "You don't even know WHAT you're playing with. YOU should be the one afraid." He regards the woman, young and innocent in her grace, eyes glazed with newfound lust. Well, Zoryn would see that she knows what kind of monster hides under all that sweet and tender. Disgusting, foul even, this facade Dov has donned. He spins around, the motion quick as a whip, to regard the man who'd driven him to this. Snarling beast. "You. This is where I find you. All this time and all you can do is surround yourself with pretty toys. While you forget who and what you are. What you've left behind. How could you forget." His words are like dripping venom from his lips, his rage laced into every word. His pain giving them an edge. He steps closer, daring. Uncaring if the other lashes out at him. Craves it, even. "Do you smell her on me, Dovev? Your precious Cerva. Or have you so easily forgotten her too. Do all those you play with become nothing once you have your way with them? Fuck them and then leave to find another toy?" He is pacing now, eyes never leaving the blackness of Dovev's. His words taunting and full of implications. He wants the woman behind to hear him, hopes they burn her ears and make her feel like the scum he has made Cerva feel. The pain he feels. But he doesn't turn to look, his attention never leaving his intended target.
It is boiling over in him, this rage. Even now, though, his mouth thirsts to taste him, his body aches to feel him against him. Even though his appearance has changed, he still wants him. He has to accept that it may never again be answered. May never again be received. But if it is one thing he will do today, it will be to make this fool remember him. Remember everything. With an explosion of action, Zoryn charges in with a feral yell, rising to strike out with forelimbs at anything he can reach. He then feints to the right in a flash of fury and agility, lashing out with his hinds in hopes of striking flesh or even the bones that he now wears on his shoulders and ribcage. With a wild exasperated breath, he charges toward the mare, snaking his neck out to aim a wild bite at her too. And then he is bolting, running back toward the meadow, making sure the boney bastard is following.
He runs, loving the feel of the burn in his muscles as he pushes himself on, the thrill of being chased by his once-lover. Farther, faster, until he circles around to the spot where Cerva lays with her fresh new bundle. He skids to a halt near her and then, panting, steps slowly up to her side and glances down at her with somewhat soft expression before sliding purple-flecked eyes glaring back at Dovev as he comes upon them. "Do you remember now, Dovev." His tone is cold and piercing. Void of emotion at this point. His gaze is anything but, though for now, he stands aside. Waits to see if the gun is fired, the bullet striking where Zoryn had pulled the trigger. Remember us, Dovev, you fool.
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