08-02-2015, 02:05 PM
You do care
It was funny how the cold around him hadn't really made itself known in the time he had been laying there with his legs tucked beneath him like a newborn foal. It was only after she approached and spoke to him about it did he really notice it. He watched her with wary eyes, even as he almost laughed aloud. This was a game Abaddon had played on him often. The sexes and species had always varied between the two forms he had known, but the game had always been the same.
Arzhur felt conflicted wanting to allow her to cuddle close, just so he could feel her warmth, something he had not had since the morning he had woken up next to his mate. (Still he dared not think his name even though his mismatched eyes haunted Zurry.) He wanted to feel to become something other than this numb, broken doll he had become. If he did allow her close he didn't know if this pretty mirage would then whisper things in his ears, making him believe the awful things she would say about him. If he didn't allow her close, Abaddon would hurt him again. Physical or mental no longer mattered, the stallion felt a wave of despair wash through him.
All was lost anyways.
Somehow he managed only to blink his eyes quickly as her nose moved close to him, not flinching completely as he might have another time. This worries him. Abaddon might see it as a sign of defiance and another beating would occur. Accidents like this still happened now and again. Her words were easy on his ears and he only tilted his head so he could look at her. Keep her warm. Right. His own body had started to shake, the damp eating through his thin coat where there wasn't a single thick hair at all. His bones showed, not quite to the point of severe starvation, but plenty enough to make him physically weak. He sighs when she is done speaking and he repeats himself. "I am Arzhur."
Another long moment of consideration before he accepts defeat. "You may lay with me if you wish." For a brief moment in that small amount of time he had almost felt like himself, he thinks. But then it is all gone and all he can feel again his nothing. His mind curiously blank as he waits for her to respond.
Arzhur felt conflicted wanting to allow her to cuddle close, just so he could feel her warmth, something he had not had since the morning he had woken up next to his mate. (Still he dared not think his name even though his mismatched eyes haunted Zurry.) He wanted to feel to become something other than this numb, broken doll he had become. If he did allow her close he didn't know if this pretty mirage would then whisper things in his ears, making him believe the awful things she would say about him. If he didn't allow her close, Abaddon would hurt him again. Physical or mental no longer mattered, the stallion felt a wave of despair wash through him.
All was lost anyways.
Somehow he managed only to blink his eyes quickly as her nose moved close to him, not flinching completely as he might have another time. This worries him. Abaddon might see it as a sign of defiance and another beating would occur. Accidents like this still happened now and again. Her words were easy on his ears and he only tilted his head so he could look at her. Keep her warm. Right. His own body had started to shake, the damp eating through his thin coat where there wasn't a single thick hair at all. His bones showed, not quite to the point of severe starvation, but plenty enough to make him physically weak. He sighs when she is done speaking and he repeats himself. "I am Arzhur."
Another long moment of consideration before he accepts defeat. "You may lay with me if you wish." For a brief moment in that small amount of time he had almost felt like himself, he thinks. But then it is all gone and all he can feel again his nothing. His mind curiously blank as he waits for her to respond.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
Arzhur