02-06-2017, 11:58 PM
Do something.
Zoryn
He waited, anticipated. But nothing happened. At least, not in the way he wants. Craves. Damn it, he needs it! As much as he loves the mental anguish he was successfully laying down with her, he finally understands he would not fully win the game of breaking her. She is indeed too strong for that. She really is too perfect. Too lovely. Oh yes, he can definitely see what Dovev saw in her. And lucky for her, he is almost certain she will see him again. She is too tempting, in every way.
Her blood on his lips- mm, so good- Zoryn moves to face her, glaring. She barely even flinched as he'd attacked her. It took some serious courage (or copious amounts of stupidity) to just stand there and take that kind of abuse. Maybe he had broken her... just not the way he had intended. He huffs as she speaks, beginning to hate the softness of her voice, which had almost been as sweet as the windchimes of her metal wings. Which she hadn't used on him. Pity. "Doll, there ain't anything that's gonna save me." He let it drawl from his lips, making sure she can see her blood smothered there and then he licks at it, savoring her taste. Sweet and smooth, like the rest of her. His stomach growls, along with the beast within him, although it quiets and lays down at the back of its cage. Damn near pouting.
Something about her draws him in, but he begins to resent it. He doesn't want calm and sweet. He wants the burn, the passion, the ache. The stinging that she undoubtedly feels in the wounds he'd so generously given. But she won't give it to him. He can see that now. The pretty thing before him is just that, a pretty thing who'd provided him momentary relief from his need to torment. Just not his need for pain. "When you get over your self-wallowing, go find him. Find him and tell him what I've done. See if he gives two shits." Ah, there is some hope in that. Zoryn has dirtied Dovev's pretty little plaything, and the bone-armored brute surely wouldn't be too pleased with such. Let her find him, tell him. Maybe then Zor would get what he needs. And now, it would seem, he needs to be punished. That slow grin plays his lips once more as he turns, flicking his tail and leaving the mare to her pain in peace. "Here's to hoping we never meet again, lil doll." His words are nonchalant, but full of promise. He doesn't look behind him as he departs, but the precipice is there. Next time, he wouldn't be so nice to her. Next time, he would take what it was that he wanted.
Her blood on his lips- mm, so good- Zoryn moves to face her, glaring. She barely even flinched as he'd attacked her. It took some serious courage (or copious amounts of stupidity) to just stand there and take that kind of abuse. Maybe he had broken her... just not the way he had intended. He huffs as she speaks, beginning to hate the softness of her voice, which had almost been as sweet as the windchimes of her metal wings. Which she hadn't used on him. Pity. "Doll, there ain't anything that's gonna save me." He let it drawl from his lips, making sure she can see her blood smothered there and then he licks at it, savoring her taste. Sweet and smooth, like the rest of her. His stomach growls, along with the beast within him, although it quiets and lays down at the back of its cage. Damn near pouting.
Something about her draws him in, but he begins to resent it. He doesn't want calm and sweet. He wants the burn, the passion, the ache. The stinging that she undoubtedly feels in the wounds he'd so generously given. But she won't give it to him. He can see that now. The pretty thing before him is just that, a pretty thing who'd provided him momentary relief from his need to torment. Just not his need for pain. "When you get over your self-wallowing, go find him. Find him and tell him what I've done. See if he gives two shits." Ah, there is some hope in that. Zoryn has dirtied Dovev's pretty little plaything, and the bone-armored brute surely wouldn't be too pleased with such. Let her find him, tell him. Maybe then Zor would get what he needs. And now, it would seem, he needs to be punished. That slow grin plays his lips once more as he turns, flicking his tail and leaving the mare to her pain in peace. "Here's to hoping we never meet again, lil doll." His words are nonchalant, but full of promise. He doesn't look behind him as he departs, but the precipice is there. Next time, he wouldn't be so nice to her. Next time, he would take what it was that he wanted.