02-25-2019, 05:13 PM
He began to regret it the very moment he started walking away from them. He'd only just gotten his daughters back and in a safe place. Reunited with Dizzy.. sort of. But fuck, he just could NOT stand there a second longer. Not when they were so close and yet still felt so far away from each other. The look on her face every time her eyes passed over Dovev. And then when they landed on him. Burning him further with their lack of.. Everything he needed. She seemed happy to see the girls again, and for that he was grateful. Whatever bullshit she had told him before about forcing or pretending her feelings for them seemed to have passed.. Unless she was still doing a damn good job. Zoryn just couldn't stand there any longer. He was no good at pretending.
At least he knew the girls were safe, that much made it slightly okay. Even as half of him was wrenching him back to them, the other half told him no good would come of it if he didn't keep walking. Especially as he replayed the expression on her face over and over in his mind. His chest tightened, his gut churned. His heart ached with renewed pain. The worst pain. So heavy and burdensome. Add to that this wretched persistent cough and it was all going to be death of him.
The beast hadn't stopped stirring in a while now. Ever the more restless and pacing in the darkness of its cage like it was waiting for something. Every so often, the gold and white skin of him would burn as though something was crawling beneath it, rising to the surface. Those moments, the beast grew louder with its growls and moans. It was driving him mad, doing absolutely nothing to help assuage the torment in his mind. Every other thought was rage or pain or the beast. He didn't know how much more he could take. It had been a while again since he'd unleashed the darkness inside him, but anymore he was becoming afraid to. The last time he'd succumbed, the plague spread over Beqanna, and he had been riddled with its toxicity ever since.
He walks until he can find a darker spot in the forest innermost on the island. He'd always liked being surrounded by trees. Just now, a breeze whispers in through the leaves and branches, cooling his fevered skin only slightly. He hates how just the brief walk to where he stands has winded him. How every time he tries to take a deep breath, flames seem to lick at the walls of his lungs and rise to his throat. His cough this time ends in an awful wheeze and he leans his weight against the solid trunk of a tree. "Fuck this shit.." He grumbles, voice crackling. Much as he'd love to sink his teeth into something, he was in no state to do so. Zor lowers his head a bit, carefully weighing how much air he takes in or lets out, and closes his eyes to find some sort of reprieve. Except, like some prisoner in Hell, the nightmares take him. And he loses all sense of time and space.
At least he knew the girls were safe, that much made it slightly okay. Even as half of him was wrenching him back to them, the other half told him no good would come of it if he didn't keep walking. Especially as he replayed the expression on her face over and over in his mind. His chest tightened, his gut churned. His heart ached with renewed pain. The worst pain. So heavy and burdensome. Add to that this wretched persistent cough and it was all going to be death of him.
The beast hadn't stopped stirring in a while now. Ever the more restless and pacing in the darkness of its cage like it was waiting for something. Every so often, the gold and white skin of him would burn as though something was crawling beneath it, rising to the surface. Those moments, the beast grew louder with its growls and moans. It was driving him mad, doing absolutely nothing to help assuage the torment in his mind. Every other thought was rage or pain or the beast. He didn't know how much more he could take. It had been a while again since he'd unleashed the darkness inside him, but anymore he was becoming afraid to. The last time he'd succumbed, the plague spread over Beqanna, and he had been riddled with its toxicity ever since.
He walks until he can find a darker spot in the forest innermost on the island. He'd always liked being surrounded by trees. Just now, a breeze whispers in through the leaves and branches, cooling his fevered skin only slightly. He hates how just the brief walk to where he stands has winded him. How every time he tries to take a deep breath, flames seem to lick at the walls of his lungs and rise to his throat. His cough this time ends in an awful wheeze and he leans his weight against the solid trunk of a tree. "Fuck this shit.." He grumbles, voice crackling. Much as he'd love to sink his teeth into something, he was in no state to do so. Zor lowers his head a bit, carefully weighing how much air he takes in or lets out, and closes his eyes to find some sort of reprieve. Except, like some prisoner in Hell, the nightmares take him. And he loses all sense of time and space.