06-28-2017, 07:12 PM
do something about it
"What's the matter, Zor."
What's the matter. What's fucking wrong. It is the tone of his voice, challenging, unconcerned. What's wrong is that gleam in his eyes; he knows exactly where he's going and he doesn't give a shit. What's wrong is the completely easy way he was ruining things. Had already ruined things. He was taking EVERYTHING. And fucking grinning about it as they circled each other like the predators they were. The beast in his mind roars and spits, coiling on itself and scraping the floor of its cage with its claws. So badly it seeks release, but in its cage, it remains. Still, a muscle twitches in his shoulder as Dovev dips a bit closer to him to whisper again. To send taunts at him. Taunts he barely hears through the roaring in his mind. Purple flecks glint like jewels in his eyes as he catches every movement in the boney-plated stallion. Their fury feeds off each other, just as it has every time before. Miss him? Hardly. Maybe once, he had craved him- sought him out. But no longer. No longer did he crave to be denied over and over. No, he was well over that.
Zoryn's steps ceased when Dovev's did, another muscle twitching when he took a step toward him. A low rumble from deep in his chest was the only response to the other's question. He still doesn't speak, even as Dovev steps closer to him, only lashes his side with his tail. Ears sink back into his wild black and white mane, pinned, nostrils flaring. Closer, yes, come closer. The beast growls low, stilling its movements, coiled. Anger burns hot coals in the pit of his stomach and he wants so badly to strike. Yet he waits. Dovev is such a cocky bastard, somehow impossibly sexy even dispite his horrid, gangly appearance. He proves that further with his next set of words.
"Don’t you remember? I’m the only one that can truly sate you, give you what you need."
His eyes flash fury and he scoffs, even as he remembers. Oh, he remembers. Dov's eyes slide down to that spot on his neck, the scar he'd left on his shoulder. Delicious pleasure-pain that had been the start of so much more. Much much more. And now here they were. The same, but different. "So full of yourself." And of course he was. With the way he could so effectively alter the course of anyone he met, and had done so as he pleased. With no thought of consequence. Of how it affected others. Him, namely. It was unforgivable, what he'd done. And Zoryn would sooner lay down and die before he let it continue. Let it worsen.
Dov closed the gap between them, so slowly, and pressed his mouth to that very same spot all those- months? years?- ago. He let him closer, let him in. And couldn't help the spread of heat that coursed through him at the sensation. He braced himself, knowing, his beast deathly silent at that moment. He didn't have long to wait. Those black lips lifted and teeth clamped down on that very spot of gold. The pinkened skin that had puckered and scarred. Tender. Zoryn hissed, but didn't flinch- didn't pull away even as he felt his skin give under the pressure and his blood trickle down his leg. Half groan, half growl escaped as Dov clenched even harder before releasing. His muscle in his shoulder twitched and twitched at the stinging there. His eyes went hooded, yet brighter at the pain. So good, so so good. Zor's eyes dart to his blood on Dov's lips, linger there, but he doesn't move another damn muscle, waiting. Everything in him tightened, burning hotter, his beast a constant low lull in his head.
He waited.. waited. Deathly still and silent, ears pinned and lips twitching to keep from baring them. Like the pull of a magnet, Dovev moved in again, his face along his and his mouth going to his ear. A shiver of anticipation crept up his spine, unlocking something deep, as his lips touch his ear and then the words came. Do Something.
Just like that, Zoryn came unhinged. Leaving no warning, only action. His head jerked and he was pulling Dov's own ear into his mouth, snatching and clenching- yanking as he twisted his body and rose. Shoving with his chest, he struck out with his forelimbs, aiming at anything. Uncaring. He released his hold and lunged to the side, then, planting his fores and unfurling the muscles in his hinds, kicking up and out at him, anxious for that impact. The blood on his lips is so familiar and sweet, leaving him hungry for more. He moves out and around, hoof striking the ground heavily as he flashed his glare at Dovev.
"You will not have her, Dovev. You will not ruin her. Not her. Not our child. I will not let you ruin them as you do everything else. Cerva, Leliana, Atrani. Dizzy will not fall on your list. She is MINE." His teeth bared as he spoke, painted with Dov's blood, his voice a mere gutteral growl. "I will not let you ruin them. You will have to go through me first." He spit it out, and charges in again, aiming to throw his weight into the plated stallion, aching for the clash of their bodies as he perhaps knocks the other off-balance. He doesn't expect it, but he goes wild with the fury, anxious for the pain. To deliver the message he came here to bring. "You will not take them from me!" Soul deep rage exuded from him as he aimed another bite at the flesh of his neck not covered by the bone, seeking to render and maim. He only wished for the fang and claws of the beast in his head, snarling and huffing, urging him on.
What's the matter. What's fucking wrong. It is the tone of his voice, challenging, unconcerned. What's wrong is that gleam in his eyes; he knows exactly where he's going and he doesn't give a shit. What's wrong is the completely easy way he was ruining things. Had already ruined things. He was taking EVERYTHING. And fucking grinning about it as they circled each other like the predators they were. The beast in his mind roars and spits, coiling on itself and scraping the floor of its cage with its claws. So badly it seeks release, but in its cage, it remains. Still, a muscle twitches in his shoulder as Dovev dips a bit closer to him to whisper again. To send taunts at him. Taunts he barely hears through the roaring in his mind. Purple flecks glint like jewels in his eyes as he catches every movement in the boney-plated stallion. Their fury feeds off each other, just as it has every time before. Miss him? Hardly. Maybe once, he had craved him- sought him out. But no longer. No longer did he crave to be denied over and over. No, he was well over that.
Zoryn's steps ceased when Dovev's did, another muscle twitching when he took a step toward him. A low rumble from deep in his chest was the only response to the other's question. He still doesn't speak, even as Dovev steps closer to him, only lashes his side with his tail. Ears sink back into his wild black and white mane, pinned, nostrils flaring. Closer, yes, come closer. The beast growls low, stilling its movements, coiled. Anger burns hot coals in the pit of his stomach and he wants so badly to strike. Yet he waits. Dovev is such a cocky bastard, somehow impossibly sexy even dispite his horrid, gangly appearance. He proves that further with his next set of words.
"Don’t you remember? I’m the only one that can truly sate you, give you what you need."
His eyes flash fury and he scoffs, even as he remembers. Oh, he remembers. Dov's eyes slide down to that spot on his neck, the scar he'd left on his shoulder. Delicious pleasure-pain that had been the start of so much more. Much much more. And now here they were. The same, but different. "So full of yourself." And of course he was. With the way he could so effectively alter the course of anyone he met, and had done so as he pleased. With no thought of consequence. Of how it affected others. Him, namely. It was unforgivable, what he'd done. And Zoryn would sooner lay down and die before he let it continue. Let it worsen.
Dov closed the gap between them, so slowly, and pressed his mouth to that very same spot all those- months? years?- ago. He let him closer, let him in. And couldn't help the spread of heat that coursed through him at the sensation. He braced himself, knowing, his beast deathly silent at that moment. He didn't have long to wait. Those black lips lifted and teeth clamped down on that very spot of gold. The pinkened skin that had puckered and scarred. Tender. Zoryn hissed, but didn't flinch- didn't pull away even as he felt his skin give under the pressure and his blood trickle down his leg. Half groan, half growl escaped as Dov clenched even harder before releasing. His muscle in his shoulder twitched and twitched at the stinging there. His eyes went hooded, yet brighter at the pain. So good, so so good. Zor's eyes dart to his blood on Dov's lips, linger there, but he doesn't move another damn muscle, waiting. Everything in him tightened, burning hotter, his beast a constant low lull in his head.
He waited.. waited. Deathly still and silent, ears pinned and lips twitching to keep from baring them. Like the pull of a magnet, Dovev moved in again, his face along his and his mouth going to his ear. A shiver of anticipation crept up his spine, unlocking something deep, as his lips touch his ear and then the words came. Do Something.
Just like that, Zoryn came unhinged. Leaving no warning, only action. His head jerked and he was pulling Dov's own ear into his mouth, snatching and clenching- yanking as he twisted his body and rose. Shoving with his chest, he struck out with his forelimbs, aiming at anything. Uncaring. He released his hold and lunged to the side, then, planting his fores and unfurling the muscles in his hinds, kicking up and out at him, anxious for that impact. The blood on his lips is so familiar and sweet, leaving him hungry for more. He moves out and around, hoof striking the ground heavily as he flashed his glare at Dovev.
"You will not have her, Dovev. You will not ruin her. Not her. Not our child. I will not let you ruin them as you do everything else. Cerva, Leliana, Atrani. Dizzy will not fall on your list. She is MINE." His teeth bared as he spoke, painted with Dov's blood, his voice a mere gutteral growl. "I will not let you ruin them. You will have to go through me first." He spit it out, and charges in again, aiming to throw his weight into the plated stallion, aching for the clash of their bodies as he perhaps knocks the other off-balance. He doesn't expect it, but he goes wild with the fury, anxious for the pain. To deliver the message he came here to bring. "You will not take them from me!" Soul deep rage exuded from him as he aimed another bite at the flesh of his neck not covered by the bone, seeking to render and maim. He only wished for the fang and claws of the beast in his head, snarling and huffing, urging him on.
