23.Nov.12, 04:13 AM
For a few moments, A'liran thought he'd won. The blue brat's laughter only provoked A'liran's anger even more, but the grunts and hisses of pain were like music to his ears. How many times had Ali groaned and whimpered under this bastard's cruel treatment? How many times had be been left battered and distressed while Z'ia bounced away, free of guilt and consequence? For once, A'liran felt like he was repaying the favor. He lashed out again and again, each blow heavier and crueler than the last, though no greater percentage of them hit. He scowled, furious...unsure if he would be able to stop.
Things came crashing down, though, as they always did. Astoreth's piercing shrieks of anger and distress only promoted A'liran's violent outburst, but suddenly, the situation reversed itself. A'liran gagged as the bluerider's hand closed around his neck, his own fingers clamping instinctively around the shorter man's wrist. The grip was agonizingly and unexpectedly tight, earning a pang of legitimate fear in A'liran and both outrage and horror in his green.
A'liran gasped and Asotreth screeched, eyes flashing yellow as she became overwhelmed with fear. He can't breathe! she wept to Aveleth, eyes flashing yellow as she started to turn in circles where she stood, silently pleading for her mate to help her. Why wouldn't he help her?! He can't breathe! We can't breathe! We can't...!
A'liran wasn't dying, but she didn't know that. She was a dragon, unable to understand the future and distressed by the pains of the present. All she knew was that her bonded was hurt, unable to breathe, and terrified. They fed off of one another's fears, Astoreth's pitiful crying and A'liran's horror pouring into one another. A'liran struggled, then finally screamed as best he could through his constricted throat. "Baby girl! Ast, stop!"
Stop!
Astoreth didn't know what to do. A'liran's will was not strong enough to bind hers, or perhaps deep down he merely did not want to. Overcome with shock and unsure what else to do, she tore herself from the ground and vanished between. She reappeared a few moments later, far away in a secluded patch of trees that she and A'liran enjoyed, for as badly as she wanted to go to him, she knew it would only cause him pain. She creeled, lonely and distressed, and closed herself off from him as best she could. She could not bear to watch. She would rather be alone.
Her departure shocked A'liran. He twitches, eyes widening in panic as she disappeared. For a few terrifying moments, he thought she'd left him. He went limp in Z'ia's grasp and tried to stop the impending outburst, but he couldn't. He trembled and broke down into tears, his heart slamming in his chest.
Things came crashing down, though, as they always did. Astoreth's piercing shrieks of anger and distress only promoted A'liran's violent outburst, but suddenly, the situation reversed itself. A'liran gagged as the bluerider's hand closed around his neck, his own fingers clamping instinctively around the shorter man's wrist. The grip was agonizingly and unexpectedly tight, earning a pang of legitimate fear in A'liran and both outrage and horror in his green.
A'liran gasped and Asotreth screeched, eyes flashing yellow as she became overwhelmed with fear. He can't breathe! she wept to Aveleth, eyes flashing yellow as she started to turn in circles where she stood, silently pleading for her mate to help her. Why wouldn't he help her?! He can't breathe! We can't breathe! We can't...!
A'liran wasn't dying, but she didn't know that. She was a dragon, unable to understand the future and distressed by the pains of the present. All she knew was that her bonded was hurt, unable to breathe, and terrified. They fed off of one another's fears, Astoreth's pitiful crying and A'liran's horror pouring into one another. A'liran struggled, then finally screamed as best he could through his constricted throat. "Baby girl! Ast, stop!"
Stop!
Astoreth didn't know what to do. A'liran's will was not strong enough to bind hers, or perhaps deep down he merely did not want to. Overcome with shock and unsure what else to do, she tore herself from the ground and vanished between. She reappeared a few moments later, far away in a secluded patch of trees that she and A'liran enjoyed, for as badly as she wanted to go to him, she knew it would only cause him pain. She creeled, lonely and distressed, and closed herself off from him as best she could. She could not bear to watch. She would rather be alone.
Her departure shocked A'liran. He twitches, eyes widening in panic as she disappeared. For a few terrifying moments, he thought she'd left him. He went limp in Z'ia's grasp and tried to stop the impending outburst, but he couldn't. He trembled and broke down into tears, his heart slamming in his chest.