12-04-2016, 04:07 PM
That hunger was still in the other's eyes. Stoking to burning life as soon as Dovev split their rounding circle and moved to attack him. The tanned boy lifted and kicked out, his eyes so eager. So hungry. A flying hoof clipped Dovev's left nostril as he made to feint away, the boy following his movement. The sharp sting shivered all the way up to his eyes, a trail of blood trickling from his nose, eyes watering.
Dovev followed through with his kick, felt it make contact, though not quite as direct a blow as he'd hoped for. The other groaned, a sound of pain but also of pleasure. Dovev's ears pinned back, but his eyes brightened with recognition. He likes it. He craves the pain.
Well, then. Who am I do deny him?
He wore a dark grin as the other growled at his retreat back to their circling, snarled and spit like a feral cat. The blond immediately fell in and gave chase. Dovev pushed his legs harder with a crack of laughter, forcing the two of them to run faster as adrenaline of being pursued like prey kicked in. His heartbeat throbbed in his shoulder, racing, blood slowly spilling from the bite that started this delightfully vicious game.
And then the boy was there, matching Dovev's pace and coming up on his left. Black eyes glittered with glee, having far too much fun for receiving wounds and dealing out his own. What am I supposed to put on your tombstone! he shouted back at him in laughter. Just as he did, the other rammed into his left flank. He darted to the right, his hinds shuffling to regain his rear footing, barely saving himself from the blond's grab at his foreleg.
Unless you'd prefer 'Big Bastard,' that is!
Dovev kicked out again in instinct from his hind legs, without aim. He was more focused on catching his balance, keeping the other from getting too close, on being chased, his blood racing and laughing with him. Ah, but the Bastard liked pain, didn't he? Dovev would have to deliver him another dose of his addiction.
He put his more agile frame to use and sped away, throwing all his weight in gaining distance. Then he stopped. Slowly turned to face his battle-brother. Black eyes shined with anticipation, expectation. A growing hunger of his own. He stood tall, neck gently sloping in an arch, staring into the colt's eyes. A dark curse on the living earth, a black scar against natural beauty. Drifting breezes toyed with his hair.
Come to me, he demanded softly, wicked grin tilting his lips.
Come and get your fix. I have what you want.
I always will.
Dovev followed through with his kick, felt it make contact, though not quite as direct a blow as he'd hoped for. The other groaned, a sound of pain but also of pleasure. Dovev's ears pinned back, but his eyes brightened with recognition. He likes it. He craves the pain.
Well, then. Who am I do deny him?
He wore a dark grin as the other growled at his retreat back to their circling, snarled and spit like a feral cat. The blond immediately fell in and gave chase. Dovev pushed his legs harder with a crack of laughter, forcing the two of them to run faster as adrenaline of being pursued like prey kicked in. His heartbeat throbbed in his shoulder, racing, blood slowly spilling from the bite that started this delightfully vicious game.
And then the boy was there, matching Dovev's pace and coming up on his left. Black eyes glittered with glee, having far too much fun for receiving wounds and dealing out his own. What am I supposed to put on your tombstone! he shouted back at him in laughter. Just as he did, the other rammed into his left flank. He darted to the right, his hinds shuffling to regain his rear footing, barely saving himself from the blond's grab at his foreleg.
Unless you'd prefer 'Big Bastard,' that is!
Dovev kicked out again in instinct from his hind legs, without aim. He was more focused on catching his balance, keeping the other from getting too close, on being chased, his blood racing and laughing with him. Ah, but the Bastard liked pain, didn't he? Dovev would have to deliver him another dose of his addiction.
He put his more agile frame to use and sped away, throwing all his weight in gaining distance. Then he stopped. Slowly turned to face his battle-brother. Black eyes shined with anticipation, expectation. A growing hunger of his own. He stood tall, neck gently sloping in an arch, staring into the colt's eyes. A dark curse on the living earth, a black scar against natural beauty. Drifting breezes toyed with his hair.
Come to me, he demanded softly, wicked grin tilting his lips.
Come and get your fix. I have what you want.
I always will.
