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Do something.
Zoryn
He waits. Standing in the forest, among the trees with the shadows caressing his tall and lean tobiano-patterned body. Shielding him from the rays of the sun. His mind is far from where he stands. Far from the heat of another summer day and the light layer of sweat sheened on his coat. Far from the stillness of the air. Instead, his mind revisits those brief moments in the meadow with a pretty thing wrapped in mahogany and crimson. A toy that was not his to play with, but he had anyway. It had been quick, so quick. Just a tease compared to what he craves the most. She hadn't given in to him, but she hadn't needed to. He could still taste her on his lips, feel the give of her flesh between his teeth, the tearing of skin to allow crimson to trickle down to match her legs. Delicious.
A smirk plays along his lips. He doesn't know how he knows, but somehow he knows that he would find her. In her disrupted state, bleeding from wounds lashed into not just her pretty little body, but also her mind. He'd loved toying with her, even now the rush tingles through his veins. He isn't sorry, far from it. He was only sorry she hadn't lashed back out at him, had only stood and taken what he gave her. He could've given her so much more, but the beast wouldn't quiet. He had needs! And she wasn't giving them to him. So he'd left her with orders to find him, tell him what he'd done. And now he waits.
The anticipation amplifies his cravings, his need. Knowing he would be coming, but not when. Zoryn had been a very bad boy, he thinks with a wicked grin, a shiver racking his spine regardless of the heat of the afternoon. He's waited days, countless hours, for him to come. To return to him. He would no longer be denied, he'd seen to that. He'd played with his toy in a naughty way, and he would be surely punished. He almost laughs with glee at the thought, muscles twitching. He aches, yearns. The beast in his mind paces, but Zoryn remains still. He'd filled himself with grazing all morning, but he is so damn hungry. He feels a change in the air, electrically charged, remaining alert and aware of everything around him. Sweet expectation permeates from him, tension of his impatience reaching bone-deep. Arduous amethyst-flecked gaze slowly sifts through the trees and brush.
Come, and make it hurt so good.
A smirk plays along his lips. He doesn't know how he knows, but somehow he knows that he would find her. In her disrupted state, bleeding from wounds lashed into not just her pretty little body, but also her mind. He'd loved toying with her, even now the rush tingles through his veins. He isn't sorry, far from it. He was only sorry she hadn't lashed back out at him, had only stood and taken what he gave her. He could've given her so much more, but the beast wouldn't quiet. He had needs! And she wasn't giving them to him. So he'd left her with orders to find him, tell him what he'd done. And now he waits.
The anticipation amplifies his cravings, his need. Knowing he would be coming, but not when. Zoryn had been a very bad boy, he thinks with a wicked grin, a shiver racking his spine regardless of the heat of the afternoon. He's waited days, countless hours, for him to come. To return to him. He would no longer be denied, he'd seen to that. He'd played with his toy in a naughty way, and he would be surely punished. He almost laughs with glee at the thought, muscles twitching. He aches, yearns. The beast in his mind paces, but Zoryn remains still. He'd filled himself with grazing all morning, but he is so damn hungry. He feels a change in the air, electrically charged, remaining alert and aware of everything around him. Sweet expectation permeates from him, tension of his impatience reaching bone-deep. Arduous amethyst-flecked gaze slowly sifts through the trees and brush.
Come, and make it hurt so good.