10-28-2018, 04:59 PM
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He's really about sick with voices tearing him from his life. Demanding whatever it is they want. Grabbing and pulling. The last time he'd only wished to pulvarize the Halloween spirit. Clutsy and disorganized as it was. At least he got to rend and tear a few of its minions before it returned him to the world. Chicken shit. But not without a curse. One he kind of likes, actually. His appearance is different now, albeit temporarily (he thinks).
He still retains his handsome gold and white face, edged in black, framed by his frosted ebon mane. But the fire that rages constant in his heart now has risen, spread wildly through his veins, razing just below the surface of his skin. Up and up from his chest. Through all the muscles in his neck, up through his throat, along his jaw, and within sinus cavities. Until it shows itself finally. Finally. It can be seen, if only just a glimpse.
His eyes, still brown and flecked with amethyst. His nostrils, same shape and color. His lips, when parted, same as well. But all are changed. The fire inside him now illuminates the orifices of his face, eerily lighting his face with its light. By magic or by fate, he is not pained by the flickering behind his eyes or in his mouth. Perhaps he is immune to it because it has already lived in him for the whole of his life. Either way, he is neither grateful nor hateful for its presence.
The only worry, is that his girls will not appreciate this change. His hope, however, is they will understand and recognize their father and that he would never harm them. Not ever. Would surely die first.
Or, as it were, be summoned by the stallion who thinks himself a god, to kill a red-haired soul named Rhonen. That somehow, his life would endanger them all. His death- their salvation. Zoryn may have ignored it at one time in his life. But not now. Not when he has his precious children to protect. Nothing threatens them.
So, he is running. Rushing into this battle with every bit of anticipation thrumming through his veins. The glow of his face even seems brighter as he thunders from the River onward. Everything fades from his mind but the predatory hunger and rage. The urge to strike takes him. The beast ever-present growls within its cage. Nothing mattered but finding the image placed into his mind.
Until he sees the black and bone and stars. Of course he would come too. Then, for once, they run together. Legs and muscles surging their bodies forward as they race. Dovev shoves over and into him, Zoryn responds with a buck aimed in his direction. He probably misses, but he doesn't care. Only soaking in the delicious sting of the other's armor hitting his barrel. Fueling him, making him yearn for more.
They run together and make it to Pangea to meet the chaos. Rhonen at the center of the diseased lands, surrounded by those who had answered the call. But then, a flash of hideous light to their left, running in the wrong direction, breaks Zoryn's tunnel-vision and claims his attention. Dovev sees it too. Of all the fucking chances. Leliana, Dov's pet. Another female he doesn't recognize. And then the Fire Dick. It has to be the same one. He doesn't stop to think about it. He shares a look with his comrade, and together they charge.
With all the vigor and rage, Zoryn takes the other flank of the barbequed bastard. Aiming to deflect him as well. Careless of the consequences, he rushes in in short bursts to avoid the worst of the burns. Biting, kicking, shoving. Anything to cause pain and keep him from his path. Never mind the reasons.
He still retains his handsome gold and white face, edged in black, framed by his frosted ebon mane. But the fire that rages constant in his heart now has risen, spread wildly through his veins, razing just below the surface of his skin. Up and up from his chest. Through all the muscles in his neck, up through his throat, along his jaw, and within sinus cavities. Until it shows itself finally. Finally. It can be seen, if only just a glimpse.
His eyes, still brown and flecked with amethyst. His nostrils, same shape and color. His lips, when parted, same as well. But all are changed. The fire inside him now illuminates the orifices of his face, eerily lighting his face with its light. By magic or by fate, he is not pained by the flickering behind his eyes or in his mouth. Perhaps he is immune to it because it has already lived in him for the whole of his life. Either way, he is neither grateful nor hateful for its presence.
The only worry, is that his girls will not appreciate this change. His hope, however, is they will understand and recognize their father and that he would never harm them. Not ever. Would surely die first.
Or, as it were, be summoned by the stallion who thinks himself a god, to kill a red-haired soul named Rhonen. That somehow, his life would endanger them all. His death- their salvation. Zoryn may have ignored it at one time in his life. But not now. Not when he has his precious children to protect. Nothing threatens them.
So, he is running. Rushing into this battle with every bit of anticipation thrumming through his veins. The glow of his face even seems brighter as he thunders from the River onward. Everything fades from his mind but the predatory hunger and rage. The urge to strike takes him. The beast ever-present growls within its cage. Nothing mattered but finding the image placed into his mind.
Until he sees the black and bone and stars. Of course he would come too. Then, for once, they run together. Legs and muscles surging their bodies forward as they race. Dovev shoves over and into him, Zoryn responds with a buck aimed in his direction. He probably misses, but he doesn't care. Only soaking in the delicious sting of the other's armor hitting his barrel. Fueling him, making him yearn for more.
They run together and make it to Pangea to meet the chaos. Rhonen at the center of the diseased lands, surrounded by those who had answered the call. But then, a flash of hideous light to their left, running in the wrong direction, breaks Zoryn's tunnel-vision and claims his attention. Dovev sees it too. Of all the fucking chances. Leliana, Dov's pet. Another female he doesn't recognize. And then the Fire Dick. It has to be the same one. He doesn't stop to think about it. He shares a look with his comrade, and together they charge.
With all the vigor and rage, Zoryn takes the other flank of the barbequed bastard. Aiming to deflect him as well. Careless of the consequences, he rushes in in short bursts to avoid the worst of the burns. Biting, kicking, shoving. Anything to cause pain and keep him from his path. Never mind the reasons.
((Had to post before I didn't make the deadline. Hehe. Sorry. Just in case it isn't clear:
Zoryn charges in to join the thrall to kill Rhonen. Joins Dovev. Sees Raelynx and is diverted from Rhonen. Attacks Raelynx along with Dovev. Better detail on the next one since this is TERRIBLY rushed x_x))