02-01-2017, 03:49 AM
Do something.
Zoryn
It builds and builds. More and more everyday, even as he tries to tamp it down. So long it's been since he has been given what he wants. It's risen to a level far beyond craving. At this point, it is full-fledged need. His skin itches with it. His blood burns, boiling to fever pitch. But it isn't enough to hurt, no. It is a beast pacing his mind, growling. It drives him wild, restless.
It had been weeks since he had left Dovev to his mare and new daughter. A true act of selflessness, for him, as he had still been denied, and denied himself by leaving. He'd searched for Diz, his beautiful sister and the only one who truly understood him- knew every way to please him and torture him. But he has yet to find her, so his need continues to intensify, contort. He returns to the meadow because... well, there is no real reason. It isn't planned, he simply finds his hooves striking familiar turf. Perhaps in hopes of finding his sister, or Dovev. Or perhaps some unsuspecting stranger. Or perhaps...
Her scent reaches his nose then, familiar and oh so sweet. Yet before he truly has a chance to put recollection in place, the beast is howling in his head and yanking against its chains. Its fangs are bared, claws extended and reaching for her. Zoryn turns slowly, amethyst-flecked brown eyes seeking. It doesn't take much to spot her. She truly is a pretty thing, easy to see how Dovev had been drawn to her. There is such a healthy glow about her and the way her mahogany coat shines in the moonlight. Silver reflects down on her, the crimson of her points standing out in such a pleasant way. He drinks in the sight. Those soft curves and changing wings. A slow, crooked grin curves his blackish lips as he stalks toward her, leisurely pace shifting to something altogether more predatory. She has felt his prying eyes, and her wings shift once more to the shape they'd been when he'd seen her the first time. There is a tingle somewhere inside him that almost has him laughing as she clutches them defensively to her sides. She remembers him. Good girl. And she has the sense to be wary. Very good girl indeed.
She tries to wear a calm facade, but she hasn't been resting well, so it isn't hard for him to read the emotions showing in her eyes. It pleases him to no end that she stays put, ready to face him as he nears her, gazes locked. He does so slowly, almost willing her to give way and run, always game for a little chase. But at least for now, whether it be from boldness or stupidity, she remains, and he takes the opportunity to move in a steady circle around her.
Her sadness radiates from her, and he imagines he hears her heart racing at his nearness. Having most certainly been the root cause of these effects sends tingles up his spine and tightening in his chest. He's almost gleeful, but feigns a look of sympathy at her. "Poor, poor little doll." He croons, coming up closely on her right side, enough to feel her lovely warmth against his tan and white hide. "Miss him, do you?" He moves to press his muzzle to her leanly-muscled neck, almost shivering at how pleasant it is. So soft and pretty. "Too bad he's all tied up with his mare and their little child, huh lil doll?" He lets his voice drawl as he speaks the words into her mane and inhales her scent. If she moves at all, he will follow, far from through. His hunger magnifies as close as he is, all the potential to fulfill his needs so easily within reach.
She is such a lovely thing, so damned perfect it hurts. But not in the way he likes. So his lips move against her skin along her neck, soft and slow at first as his touch creeps up toward her jaw and back down to the broad muscle. "Is this how he touched you?" He can't stop the smirk that plays the left side of his mouth. Exhaling hot breath against her he suddenly lands a bite to the meaty part of the muscle there, and recoils in preparation for her to strike him back. It wouldn't have been enough to break skin, but plenty enough to sting. The anticipation racks him and his senses heighten. He turns that twisted grin on her then. "Perhaps the pet has need of a new master." The idea has him hardening, the beast growls in his head, drool forming on its lips. Mmm, and he licks his own. The taste of her is fresh on them now. Delicious. Yes, a fine pet she is indeed. If only for tonight.
It had been weeks since he had left Dovev to his mare and new daughter. A true act of selflessness, for him, as he had still been denied, and denied himself by leaving. He'd searched for Diz, his beautiful sister and the only one who truly understood him- knew every way to please him and torture him. But he has yet to find her, so his need continues to intensify, contort. He returns to the meadow because... well, there is no real reason. It isn't planned, he simply finds his hooves striking familiar turf. Perhaps in hopes of finding his sister, or Dovev. Or perhaps some unsuspecting stranger. Or perhaps...
Her scent reaches his nose then, familiar and oh so sweet. Yet before he truly has a chance to put recollection in place, the beast is howling in his head and yanking against its chains. Its fangs are bared, claws extended and reaching for her. Zoryn turns slowly, amethyst-flecked brown eyes seeking. It doesn't take much to spot her. She truly is a pretty thing, easy to see how Dovev had been drawn to her. There is such a healthy glow about her and the way her mahogany coat shines in the moonlight. Silver reflects down on her, the crimson of her points standing out in such a pleasant way. He drinks in the sight. Those soft curves and changing wings. A slow, crooked grin curves his blackish lips as he stalks toward her, leisurely pace shifting to something altogether more predatory. She has felt his prying eyes, and her wings shift once more to the shape they'd been when he'd seen her the first time. There is a tingle somewhere inside him that almost has him laughing as she clutches them defensively to her sides. She remembers him. Good girl. And she has the sense to be wary. Very good girl indeed.
She tries to wear a calm facade, but she hasn't been resting well, so it isn't hard for him to read the emotions showing in her eyes. It pleases him to no end that she stays put, ready to face him as he nears her, gazes locked. He does so slowly, almost willing her to give way and run, always game for a little chase. But at least for now, whether it be from boldness or stupidity, she remains, and he takes the opportunity to move in a steady circle around her.
Her sadness radiates from her, and he imagines he hears her heart racing at his nearness. Having most certainly been the root cause of these effects sends tingles up his spine and tightening in his chest. He's almost gleeful, but feigns a look of sympathy at her. "Poor, poor little doll." He croons, coming up closely on her right side, enough to feel her lovely warmth against his tan and white hide. "Miss him, do you?" He moves to press his muzzle to her leanly-muscled neck, almost shivering at how pleasant it is. So soft and pretty. "Too bad he's all tied up with his mare and their little child, huh lil doll?" He lets his voice drawl as he speaks the words into her mane and inhales her scent. If she moves at all, he will follow, far from through. His hunger magnifies as close as he is, all the potential to fulfill his needs so easily within reach.
She is such a lovely thing, so damned perfect it hurts. But not in the way he likes. So his lips move against her skin along her neck, soft and slow at first as his touch creeps up toward her jaw and back down to the broad muscle. "Is this how he touched you?" He can't stop the smirk that plays the left side of his mouth. Exhaling hot breath against her he suddenly lands a bite to the meaty part of the muscle there, and recoils in preparation for her to strike him back. It wouldn't have been enough to break skin, but plenty enough to sting. The anticipation racks him and his senses heighten. He turns that twisted grin on her then. "Perhaps the pet has need of a new master." The idea has him hardening, the beast growls in his head, drool forming on its lips. Mmm, and he licks his own. The taste of her is fresh on them now. Delicious. Yes, a fine pet she is indeed. If only for tonight.
Leaving it open for her to retaliate >
