02-21-2017, 02:27 PM
Do something.
Zoryn
In his charged state, everything is a stimulation. The sun beaming down through the boughs overhead, heating his skin, his blood. The very occasional breeze, so soft- too soft to do anything in the way of cooling- does little more than set him ablaze, kindling to a fire of need. His beast stirs in his mind, stretching languidly and digging claws into the floor of its cage, triggering his nerve endings and causing muscles to twitch. He lashes his tail against his side, and the beast lets loose a low growl. It begins that horrid pacing, edgy and volatile with what was becoming desperation. Too long it'd been couped up. Too long it'd been locked away, deprivation taking its toll. That little tease with Leliana hadn't been enough, not near enough, and it needs more. So much more. Soon, pet, very soon.
Even the wildlife seemed to give him a wide berth, as though he is a ticking time bomb ready to blow. And he is, standing on pins and needles and filled so fully with anticipation. The beast rubs along the walls of the cage, testing for weaknesses. He doesn't know how much longer he would be able to hold it together, his control tenuous at best. Worse, he doesn't want to hold it. Needs release. Oh how wonderful it would be to let go. A snarl and a hiss, flash of fangs, and then silence. So sharp and so still.
"Zoryn."
A tingle crawls up his spine, aching muscles twitching at the tickle of it, the way his name slips off that familiar tongue. With it, a dark promise. His heart thuds heavy in his chest as he turns, a wicked grin spreading slowly across his lips. Brown eyes with flecks of amethyst- brighter now than usual- sift the forest quickly and land on him. Their gazes meet and there are no words to describe what it does to him. Finally, he'd come. Just as Zoryn knew he would. After what felt like ages, it was finally time.
"Come to me." A command, and Zoryn shivers. Far from fear, only sweet sweet anticipation. He is beyond eager, feverish with his need for action, to answer his demand full stride. But he wouldn't give into him so easily. Not when he'd made him wait so long for this. So he moves toward him in slow, languid steps. His expression sinks into something dark as he goes, gaze locked with Dovev's. For just but a moment, he ducks his tan and white head, black forelock shrouding his face. He creeps toward the boney black stallion like a kid who knows he's in trouble. But that crooked smirk returns to his lips. No, he is not sorry. Anything but. The truth dances in his burning stare.
Leisurely, langorously, he moves to him. The beast roars, rattling the walls of its cage, but he ignores it, soaking in the fearsome sight of the man and the meaning of this visit. He doesn't stop until they are nose to nose, burning alive with every step closer. His skin tingles, breathing slow and steady. The scent of blood tickles his nose and dilates his eyes. His mouth waters. He aches, hardens, steps closer to press his parted lips to Dovev's neck. Tongue darts out to taste him. Control slips just a little and he presses teeth down against flesh. The bite is slow, gentle, even as he tugs back purposely. His muzzle lifts to the side of his face, just next to his ear and his voice is a low, husky rumble as he speaks. "What are you gonna do about it."
Even the wildlife seemed to give him a wide berth, as though he is a ticking time bomb ready to blow. And he is, standing on pins and needles and filled so fully with anticipation. The beast rubs along the walls of the cage, testing for weaknesses. He doesn't know how much longer he would be able to hold it together, his control tenuous at best. Worse, he doesn't want to hold it. Needs release. Oh how wonderful it would be to let go. A snarl and a hiss, flash of fangs, and then silence. So sharp and so still.
"Zoryn."
A tingle crawls up his spine, aching muscles twitching at the tickle of it, the way his name slips off that familiar tongue. With it, a dark promise. His heart thuds heavy in his chest as he turns, a wicked grin spreading slowly across his lips. Brown eyes with flecks of amethyst- brighter now than usual- sift the forest quickly and land on him. Their gazes meet and there are no words to describe what it does to him. Finally, he'd come. Just as Zoryn knew he would. After what felt like ages, it was finally time.
"Come to me." A command, and Zoryn shivers. Far from fear, only sweet sweet anticipation. He is beyond eager, feverish with his need for action, to answer his demand full stride. But he wouldn't give into him so easily. Not when he'd made him wait so long for this. So he moves toward him in slow, languid steps. His expression sinks into something dark as he goes, gaze locked with Dovev's. For just but a moment, he ducks his tan and white head, black forelock shrouding his face. He creeps toward the boney black stallion like a kid who knows he's in trouble. But that crooked smirk returns to his lips. No, he is not sorry. Anything but. The truth dances in his burning stare.
Leisurely, langorously, he moves to him. The beast roars, rattling the walls of its cage, but he ignores it, soaking in the fearsome sight of the man and the meaning of this visit. He doesn't stop until they are nose to nose, burning alive with every step closer. His skin tingles, breathing slow and steady. The scent of blood tickles his nose and dilates his eyes. His mouth waters. He aches, hardens, steps closer to press his parted lips to Dovev's neck. Tongue darts out to taste him. Control slips just a little and he presses teeth down against flesh. The bite is slow, gentle, even as he tugs back purposely. His muzzle lifts to the side of his face, just next to his ear and his voice is a low, husky rumble as he speaks. "What are you gonna do about it."