02-27-2017, 08:32 AM
He came to him, the brand at his flank burning with purpose, his body covered in blood and bites and bruises. He reeked of that coppery tang and rough sex, was bathed in the evidence of his dark deeds. Somehow this felt worse than taking lives. He knew why, didn't want to go there, didn't want to think of her. Didn't want to feel the loss again. So much pain. There was a hitch in his gait and in his breath, unseen blades of sharp steel puncturing his organs as he answered that beckon that still rang through his mind. As he obeyed him.
Normally he would care that Ashley saw him this way, would do whatever he could to scrub himself clean of his blatant sins, but now it just felt like it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
His mentor was all he had left.
So Dovev came to him, split with bone and torn tissue, slick with sweat and sex and a painful catch in his step. Zoryn was a rough bastard, and his damned sister got what she deserved. Dov had seen to that. His heart was heavy, but it was ok. They'd never look for her again. They'd never hurt her. They would only come for him. Only him.
He tried to mask that slight limp with steady movements as his deadened eyes met the raging fury in Ashley's. He used to have his own wrath to blaze in his, used to feel the strength and power of his anger. Now he felt nothing. Sadness and ache. Loss. He'd lost so much. Cerva, his daughter. Leliana. Gone. He said nothing as he stopped before the magician. Blinked.
Breathed.
Bowed his head and waited for command.
Normally he would care that Ashley saw him this way, would do whatever he could to scrub himself clean of his blatant sins, but now it just felt like it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
His mentor was all he had left.
So Dovev came to him, split with bone and torn tissue, slick with sweat and sex and a painful catch in his step. Zoryn was a rough bastard, and his damned sister got what she deserved. Dov had seen to that. His heart was heavy, but it was ok. They'd never look for her again. They'd never hurt her. They would only come for him. Only him.
He tried to mask that slight limp with steady movements as his deadened eyes met the raging fury in Ashley's. He used to have his own wrath to blaze in his, used to feel the strength and power of his anger. Now he felt nothing. Sadness and ache. Loss. He'd lost so much. Cerva, his daughter. Leliana. Gone. He said nothing as he stopped before the magician. Blinked.
Breathed.
Bowed his head and waited for command.
