01-18-2017, 02:06 PM
"You know me. Don't act like you don't."
The young man's voice was hard, quiet. Almost like a warning. His ears pinned back and got lost in his black and white hair, nostrils flared. Something in his eyes told Dovev this wasn't over. Hurt, rage. Betrayal. Dovev's eyes narrowed and though he stood perfectly still he was growing increasingly uneasy. He didn't understand why the man felt so strongly. He was mistaken, that was all. Dovev wasn't who he thought he was. This gold-and-white was fiery, unpredictable. He didn't have to know him to see that. Instead of acting, he moved away, and Dovev's attention warily returned to the beauty.
He stood over her, observed her in quiet contemplation. No longer was he snapping and snarling. Now he was.. mildly curious. She was so still, and her eyes held his so easily despite his viciousness and frightening appearance.
Without askance, he stepped forward and boldly put his nose to her colorful wings. The wild array of blue, greens, and golds were distracting, mesmerizing. They were different and new, and he carefully put them to memory. Blood from his nose plate fell and soiled her, and he grimaced as he pulled away. He didn't apologize. He wasn't sorry for touching her.
He wished it would stop bleeding, stop aching. He wished he could remember anything from before the magician, anything at all. Instead, he was here, fervently and blindly searching for something, bleeding all over anyone who came near him, everywhere he walked. A revolting, sickly skeleton with erupting bone.
The thunder of hooves didn't register at first as he peered into those eyes, though with his training they should have. He knew immediately without turning to it; the gold one was coming again as a threat now. His black eyes hardened and then he was herding her roughly to the side. Standing apart from her, keeping it from her. The danger. The threat. Sharpened obsidian gaze turned to pierce the other, standing solid and still. Watching him come.
Something in his mind altered, and he saw the young man barreling to him as a raging teenager instead. He blinked, shook his head. It was gone, adult now. But for a moment he felt like he was protecting something from him. Oh, of course he was. The colorful girl. All this searching for memories, and he was beginning to fear their return. Maybe there had been a reason he'd chosen to forget while in training.
The blonde came. In one fluid movement, Dovev stepped to the side, ducked his head, spun his hind around, and kicked out at the other's neck, chest, shoulder. Though he looked like skin and bones, there was more power to him than he'd ever had before, and he intended it to knock the man away from them -Dovev and the girl. He straightened, placing himself between them again, rounding her and keeping her at his back as the other circled.
He had gauged his opponent, and was readying an attack when he spoke again. "What are you looking at? Do something about it." A voice he knew, and yet didn't recognize. Words he knew. As you wish.. he whispered under his breath. But it hadn't come from him; plucked from the darkness in his mind. Reach, find the connection. There is a memory somewhere.
NO!
He jerked back, bumping hard into the girl. His mind reeled in a panic, suddenly afraid of the secrets locked safely in his mind. Out of everyone's reaching grasp, even his own. There had to have been a reason for it. Maybe he shouldn't seek to undo it. He stepped backwards more, lining his shoulder to hers, pressing against her and burying his face at her neck. He breathed her in as though he were hyperventilating, his breathing strained and eyes slammed shut.
She was solid, she was real. She wasn't a memory, she wasn't a threat. She was the only thing holding him to the present.
His head whipped around to the man again, eyes blazing with a rage fueled on fear and uncertainty.
LEAVE! he roared.
Because he didn't want to fight him.
He didn't want to remember.
The young man's voice was hard, quiet. Almost like a warning. His ears pinned back and got lost in his black and white hair, nostrils flared. Something in his eyes told Dovev this wasn't over. Hurt, rage. Betrayal. Dovev's eyes narrowed and though he stood perfectly still he was growing increasingly uneasy. He didn't understand why the man felt so strongly. He was mistaken, that was all. Dovev wasn't who he thought he was. This gold-and-white was fiery, unpredictable. He didn't have to know him to see that. Instead of acting, he moved away, and Dovev's attention warily returned to the beauty.
He stood over her, observed her in quiet contemplation. No longer was he snapping and snarling. Now he was.. mildly curious. She was so still, and her eyes held his so easily despite his viciousness and frightening appearance.
Without askance, he stepped forward and boldly put his nose to her colorful wings. The wild array of blue, greens, and golds were distracting, mesmerizing. They were different and new, and he carefully put them to memory. Blood from his nose plate fell and soiled her, and he grimaced as he pulled away. He didn't apologize. He wasn't sorry for touching her.
He wished it would stop bleeding, stop aching. He wished he could remember anything from before the magician, anything at all. Instead, he was here, fervently and blindly searching for something, bleeding all over anyone who came near him, everywhere he walked. A revolting, sickly skeleton with erupting bone.
The thunder of hooves didn't register at first as he peered into those eyes, though with his training they should have. He knew immediately without turning to it; the gold one was coming again as a threat now. His black eyes hardened and then he was herding her roughly to the side. Standing apart from her, keeping it from her. The danger. The threat. Sharpened obsidian gaze turned to pierce the other, standing solid and still. Watching him come.
Something in his mind altered, and he saw the young man barreling to him as a raging teenager instead. He blinked, shook his head. It was gone, adult now. But for a moment he felt like he was protecting something from him. Oh, of course he was. The colorful girl. All this searching for memories, and he was beginning to fear their return. Maybe there had been a reason he'd chosen to forget while in training.
The blonde came. In one fluid movement, Dovev stepped to the side, ducked his head, spun his hind around, and kicked out at the other's neck, chest, shoulder. Though he looked like skin and bones, there was more power to him than he'd ever had before, and he intended it to knock the man away from them -Dovev and the girl. He straightened, placing himself between them again, rounding her and keeping her at his back as the other circled.
He had gauged his opponent, and was readying an attack when he spoke again. "What are you looking at? Do something about it." A voice he knew, and yet didn't recognize. Words he knew. As you wish.. he whispered under his breath. But it hadn't come from him; plucked from the darkness in his mind. Reach, find the connection. There is a memory somewhere.
NO!
He jerked back, bumping hard into the girl. His mind reeled in a panic, suddenly afraid of the secrets locked safely in his mind. Out of everyone's reaching grasp, even his own. There had to have been a reason for it. Maybe he shouldn't seek to undo it. He stepped backwards more, lining his shoulder to hers, pressing against her and burying his face at her neck. He breathed her in as though he were hyperventilating, his breathing strained and eyes slammed shut.
She was solid, she was real. She wasn't a memory, she wasn't a threat. She was the only thing holding him to the present.
His head whipped around to the man again, eyes blazing with a rage fueled on fear and uncertainty.
LEAVE! he roared.
Because he didn't want to fight him.
He didn't want to remember.
