In the Shadows... (Yannick x LustfulSins)

[Yannick]

Yannick had just gotten off of the phone with his eldest brother Richard a report had come in from one of the abandoned factories on the outskirts of town. This was typical, teens and urban explorers would get freaked out by some fae trickery or a pair of reflective eyes glancing back at them through the dark while they tried to explore the decrepit buildings. Yannick didn't mind; it kept him working, and this way, he didn't have to track the things down on his own. The report had been made by a group of 20 somethings trying to catch something freaky on camera, and they had. The short clip Yannick had been sent showed tendrils of black smoke emanating from an ajar door. The smoke moving through the air in unnatural patterns like it had a mind of its own. A small tip to go on, but it was weird enough for Yannick to be sent to scout out the place.

He pulled up to the building and hopped out of his truck. Yannick was wearing blue jeans, a plain black t-shirt and his jean jacket. The jacket had patches decorating it, things he liked and things he thought looked cool. Yannick walked to the back of his truck and grabbed his crossbow from the bed. It was sleek made of polished dark brown wood and silver. Everything else he needed was already in his jacket. He checked his pockets to be sure herbs and ball bearings, an assortment of candles and a healthy supply of crossbow bolts were some of what he found. It was early evening right now, sunlight disappearing rapidly as Yannick headed for the entrance to the building.

The inside of the building was nothing special dusty and full of cobwebs Yannick searched the building for signs of it being lived in by something other than drifters. He felt uneasy like his magic was brushing up against something else, something not of this world. It felt like it could be fae, but the feeling was more oppressive than what fae magic felt like. It was something darker, something different, and Yannick felt himself grin at the idea of finding something new.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn

Skeletal demon (true form)

Humanoid form (maintains skeletal tail and bone-scales along his spine)

Leveryn had come to the abandoned part of town looking for someone on whom to take out his sexual frustrations. Monsters experience a breeding season like natural animals, but there's no drive to find a mate of the opposite gender. Any living body will do. Anyone to satisfy the urges to breed, whether offspring are produced or not. The half skeletal demon had almost had someone, one of a group of young men that had ventured too close to his current hideaway. Unfortunately, Leveryn's smoke-like shadows had been noticed and had frightened his prey away. Giving chase would have been pointless. There was a group, and though he could easily have killed the others, multiple missing persons reports would have brought too many hunters. What little he remembers of his mother is mostly made up of lessons on avoiding hunters.

However, luck returned when a lone hunter wandered into the building that is Leveryn's temporary hideaway. The shadows of sunset make the darkness of the building seem darker, but Leveryn's black eyes see like daylight. The boy is attractive, young, and well equipped to kill monsters. The half demon is lucky enough to have a bone plate exoskeleton. In seconds, Leveryn's smokey shadows fill most of the room. No scent, not taste if inhaled. No physical form until Leveryn wills it. They move like wisps on the edge of one's vision.

Leveryn circles his prey, only moving across the square of light that is the doorway when the boy's back is to it. Sure, he can see Leveryn's shadow on the opposite wall, but it doesn't give away any of what he is. The shadow just looks tall and bulky, with horns and a tail. But he doesn't let the boy turn fast enough to face him. The scrape of bone tipped tail on the concrete floor is the only warning before the half demon lunges from behind, right clawed hand landing on the boy's right shoulder with the intent of shoving him face down on the floor.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick was about to head back out to his truck, having done a sweep of the building. His eyebrows furrowed when a shadow fell over the light from the entrance. Noting the horns and tail, he readied his crossbow and tried to face the creature, but it got to him first. A clawed hand dug into Yannick's shoulder, and he was forced forward, losing his footing as a large body collided with his own sending both of them to the concrete floor of the old factory. Yannick lost his grip on his crossbow, and it skittered across the cement and out of his reach.

Yannick let out a yell as he was pinned down by the larger creature and hit the cement hard, arms folding underneath him. A cocktail of adrenaline, anger, and fear, filled Yannick as he struggled underneath the thing. He managed to turn his head enough to glimpse what was on top of him, and seeing it did not help him in the slightest. Whatever was on him he had never seen before, never even read or heard stories of something like what currently had him in its claws. But Yannick didn't give up he tried to writhe out from the thing's grasp, tried to twist his body so he could land a hit on the thing, but anything he managed didn't bother the creature in the slightest sliding off the bone armour like he'd done nothing at all.

The creature's grip on the boy didn't waver either as Yannick attempted to free himself, and Yannick had an idea of what was going to happen next. There were two options it was going to eat him, or it was going to fuck him. As a hunter, he knew that much, and the longer the creature left the boy alive, the longer he had to think about what the second option meant for him. "Fuck," the word was half spat half whimpered as his fear started overtaking his anger.

 

[LustfulSins]

The struggles and feeble attacks did little to sway Leveryn's intentions. He's been living mostly by his instincts for nineteen years, and right now, his instincts are telling him to breed. It doesn't matter to him that the human beneath him is male, his instincts will still be satisfied. The half demon inhales as the boy's scent of anger turns to one of fear. It's a thick, sweet sort of addition to the boy's natural scent, which Leveryn doesn't care to identify right now.

There's a soft scraping as Leveryn's body adjusts, bone plating sliding up away from his groin, to his abdomen like another layer. This leaves all nine inches of his hard cock exposed. With his right claws still in the boy's shoulder and pinning him down, Leveryn's left claws hook into and shred the back of the boy's pants. Not the first male he's fucked, the demon knows what he's doing. But that doesn't mean he feels the need to prepare the human beneath him.

Leveryn sets his tip to the boy's entrance and bucks hard. His thick cock forces entry, sinking to the root with that single thrust. Nine inches of that hard length buried within the human's body. There's no waiting; the pace Leveryn sets is brutal, hard and rapid. He cares not for the human's pain, only his own pleasure and satisfaction. Pinning the boy with his bucking hips and right claws in his shoulder, Leveryn's left bone covered forearm is pressed to the concrete floor to balance himself.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick froze when the back of his jeans were ripped away the cold air making goosebumps spread over his pale, freckled skin. He whimpered, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Panic overtook him, and he began to thrash around twice as hard as he had been. He was begging and pleading now, but it was nothing to the demon on top of him, his cries for release falling on deaf ears.

Yannick froze again when he felt the tip press against him. It felt massive, and another whimper left his lips before he screamed. High pitched and keening the scream soon died Yannicks vocal cords giving out, the pain from being so violently taken, leaving the man in shock at first. The brutal pace being set didn't help him, and the tears start to fall. His insides were on fire, the intruding member stretching him wider than anything before.

He was forced flat to the pavement. His head turned to the side the rough stone rubbing his cheek and palms raw with every unforgiving thrust. From this position, he could look at his assailant out of the corner of his eye, and he shuddered. Another whimper left him as he squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, if the beast didn't kill him, he'd need his energy for when it was done using him.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn hears the scream, but then, everything screams for him. He's no stranger to his size, but with his instincts yelling in his head to breed, he doesn't care. It would have been one from the previous group of boys had they not fled so quickly. But they had, so this hunter became his prey. It's almost bittersweet, like revenge on the faction of humans hellbent on killing every monster they come across, violent or not. Of course, when driven by instincts, Leveryn most definitely falls into this violent category.

Rough grunts and short groans mix in the air about the hunter's head. The boy's tight body, whether virginal or just celibate, is slick with a small amount of blood. Leveryn definitely tore skin, perhaps some muscle fibers, with his abrupt entry.

Hot breath washes across the side of the hunter's face as the half demon arches his back and bends further over his victim. The powerful thrusts become shorter, more rapid. As the five minute mark approaches, though it likely felt far longer to the hunter, Leveryn sinks his cock to the hilt again. A mix between a low groan and a predatory growl rumble from his throat as his hips jerk tightly against the boy's ass. Hot seed pours into the hunter's body as Leveryn hits his climax. Several hard bucks of his hips later, the half demon pulls his hips away, but doesn't move off the boy yet. He's bent low, brushing his nose, the flattened front of his skeletal face, against the boy's hair, sniffing. He's still alive, but is he conscious? Did the hunter pass out?

 

[Yannick]

Yannick is sucking in quick breaths through his teeth as the beast continues to fuck him. It feels like it's been hours since he first entered the building, the fact that night had fallen entirely didn't help He shivers and tries to tilt his head away when he feels the breath of the thing on his face but only ends up pushing his cheek harder into the cement giving him a scrape below his eye.

He would almost feel relieved when the pace quickened if it didn't hurt so much. Something had torn inside him, and it felt like the creature's cock was impaling him as it was thrust in all the way to the base and held there. But it got worse, Yannick ground his teeth as the thing came inside of him. The tears came back at the feeling of being violated further by the demon. Its cum was hot, and thick Yannick choked back a sob as the thing finished its thrusting. wincing when the member was removed from him, feeling raw and used.

He was exhausted sweat matted some of his hair to his forehead, and he blanched when the thing brought it's own "face" close to his. He held his breath a moment when it sniffed at him. A wave of exhaustion coming soon after combined with the intense fear of the thing on top of him bringing what could be its mouth so close to Yannick's head made his eyes roll back as he passed out, his tense body going limp underneath the demon.

 

[LustfulSins]

The scent of fear is so thick around the hunter that at first, Leveryn doesn't notice when the boy passes out. But them he feels the boy's muscles go slack, confirming his loss of consciousness. With his instincts now silent, the human half of the hybrid's mind comes to the surface. He's done a number on the hunter, and though he hates them, he cringes regardless. The human part of him hates that his instincts run so powerful.

With a silent sigh, Leveryn straightens and rises to his feet. His bone plates move to shield his groin, cock no longer hard. The boy is breathing, so he's alive. Leveryn could just leave him here. There's no other monsters in the area; the half demon had staked out this section of the old, abandoned town as his territory. But the human half of him won't let him leave the wounded boy here.

With a growl, Leveryn bends and lifts the hunter in his arms, cradling him to his chest. He's careful not to knock into anything as he turns to the door. His skeletal tail wraps around the grip of the fallen crossbow. Better not to leave too much evidence. The small spots of blood on the floor won't give away much; they could be from anything. As Leveryn exits the building, he spots the truck and hesitates. But with a shake of his head, he turns and heads down the narrow street. There's nothing he can do about the truck now, best to leave town immediately. He would come back tomorrow to scavenge through the vehicle, then burn it.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick woke partially, he could feel arms carrying him strong and sturdy. The bone plates stuck into his back, but he couldn’t place the feeling, passing quickly from conscious to unconscious. Yannick caught glimpses of the ride as the beast carried him somewhere, too tired and weak to fight anymore. He saw buildings, then trees and the mountains that made up the area around the city. He felt oddly safe in the creature’s arms in his in-between state curling up against the things chest and draping an arm around its neck, his lower back hurt. Still, right now, he couldn’t focus enough on his memory to know the cause. Yannick only knew he was being taken somewhere to rest, or at least he hoped he was.

Yannick woke up a full day later body aching and mind full of cotton. He shielded his eyes as he reached up to close the curtains of the window above his bed. The sun hurt his head, and his mind willed him to go back to sleep, but Yannick froze, looking around the light dimmed by the curtains making it easier to see where he was. The room was simple; it had the wooden walls of a log cabin, likely a trapping or hunting cabin of some kind. The bed was queen-sized and rested on an old metal bed frame with a small nightstand to one side.

It was very much, not his apartment. His memories came back and only confused him further, he’d been pinned down and raped by a demon, passed out from fear, and now he was in a log cabin. Yannick briefly wondered if he was dead, and this was some kind of after-life, but the idea was shooed away by his sore lower back. He attempted to sit up and regretted it immediately, pain shot up his spine, and he let out a cry as he laid back down. “Fuck,” he dragged out the u in a moan of pain, whimpering at the sensation. He noticed then that he was naked in the bed, turning red, knowing whoever had brought him here had undressed him. His boots were at the foot of the bed, his jacket hung on a hook on the back of the door, and some old hunting clothes had been laid out on the other side of the bed. Nothing about what was happening made any sense to him, confusion and fear his primary emotions as he lay there, somewhere in his mind he knew the creature had been the one carrying him, and he didn’t know how to react to that.

 

[LustfulSins]

Upon arriving at his log cabin, the first thing Leveryn had done was strip the human of his remaining clothing, before even going inside. He would later burn the clothing after checking pockets. Having carried the boy means there's no scent trail left on the path for tracking dogs to follow. His own scent is there, but there's nothing he can do about that. The human's crossbow gets hung on a hook by the front door. Then he had taken the human upstairs, cleaned him up, and applied a salve to his scrapes and wounds, including his ass. Finally, he had tucked the boy into his own bed.

Now, he's downstairs, cooking wild game meat on an iron wood stove. No electricity in the cabin, no plumbing. The building is off the grid, no connection to society, and no way for humans to even know it's out here. Those rare few that stumble on it end up as those poor souls who went 'missing' in the woods, no evidence.

Leveryn hears the human's cry of pain. Well, he's awake now. Leveryn had passed the last twenty four hours going about his life as usual. Now, he has a human boy locked in his bedroom. He sighs quietly, taking the pan off the stove top and moving the meat to a plate. Crouching, he pulls up a trapdoor to open his insulated cold storage, kept cold by use of engraved ice runes. From there, he takes some already cubed melon fruit and a jar of pomegranate juice. If the boy refuses to eat his offering of a meal, he just wouldn't eat. Plate of food and jar of juice in hand, Leveryn ascended to the second two room level and unlocks the bedroom door, stepping inside.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick had managed to ease his way into a sitting position when he heard the lock clicking open. Looking up, fear washed over him at the sight of the thing that had raped him standing in the doorway. He tried scrambling backwards but was only rewarded with a lancing pain from his rear. He let out a hiss of pain and gritted his teeth, body freezing now that running wasn’t an option. Yannick’s heart was beating the fastest it ever had.

When it didn’t immediately try to kill him, Yannick would slowly calm still jumpy and scared but not actively trying to run, the adrenaline that seeing the beast had released leaving him. He noticed the food after he’d relaxed some, and his stomach never felt emptier as he eyed the meat and fruit. The fear would slowly be replaced by confusion. This thing was a monster, not just that it had just raped him, and now it had cooked him breakfast after tucking him into bed. It made no sense to him, why would it take him and not kill him, why not just leave him? His mind swarmed with similar questions.

Yannick suddenly became acutely aware of his lack of clothing, pulling the blanket around himself as if to hide from the gaze of the creature. Yannick tried to say something, and his voice refused to work at first, he cleared his throat. “W-what are you?” his voice cracked on the what “Why did you bring me here?” where even is here? He thought. Yannick realized he was shaking.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn can hear the human's heartbeat racing. It's understandable that he would be terrified, Leveryn doesn't blame him. He can see his shaking too. And the questions come as no surprise. Humans are always asking questions. The half demon has realized, over the years, that it's human nature to question everything. Much of Leveryn's human traits are overpowered by his demon nature, but sometimes his own curiosity rises.

Leveryn crosses the room to the bedside table, setting down the plate of food and the jar of juice. One would think his bony, talented feet would click or make noise on the hardwood floor, but there's no sound to his footsteps. That comes with having a lot of practice going unnoticed. The hybrid steps back, to the end of the bed, and folds his arms over his chest.

"I am half demon, half human. You saw me, you remained conscious, and so I was imprinted in your memory. I will not allow hunters to identify me, so I brought you here, to my home." Leveryn's voice is incredibly deep, but it's smooth and forms words perfectly. "You will not be leaving."

 

[Yannick]

Yannick tried to flinch away again when the creature moved into the room, wincing. The words didn't register in Yannick's mind, not leave? This demon was going to keep him prisoner? He stared at nothing as he tried to understand his situation. "Why?" he asked in a quiet voice "Why keep me alive, why not just…" kill me the words died in Yannicks throat he was so confused.

An ache in his lower back gave him an idea of why he might be kept alive. As the thought of the demon, keeping him as some sort of sex slave crossed his mind, the colour would drain from his face. His mind raced, trying to find a way out, but there wasn't one, he finally looked up at the demon Yannick coming to grips with the helplessness of his situation. He was naked, all of his things gone, taken, but there was hope.

Yannick's face gained a shaky resolve "Keeping me is suicide," he spat, "my brothers will come for me."

 

[LustfulSins]

"I don't kill needlessly." There's no details in the black eyes of the skull, so it's almost impossible to tell where Leveryn is looking. But the intensity of his gaze can practically be felt as he looks over the redhead, sitting up naked on the bed. Leveryn doesn't have things like painkillers, but he could use runes to create a cold bag for the human to put on his aching back.

When the human speaks of brothers, Leveryn shakes his head. They might come, but the hybrid has yet to meet any who can defeat him. He's more or less one of a kind, at least in miles surrounding this city. "They can try. I left nothing for them to track you, and I carry no scent. My footprints are similar enough to those of a large harpy vulture, I doubt they will have much luck. Eat your meal. I will return within an hour." With that, Leveryn leaves the bedroom, locking the door again.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick just sits there for a while, unmoving. Eventually, he looks to the food his stomach yelling at him to eat part of him says he shouldn’t, that he should ignore the food. His stomach wins. He raises an eyebrow at a demon giving him pomegranate juice but drinks it.

The food was good at least, but now all Yannick can do is sit and stew in his own thoughts. He bit back a groan as he got onto his knees, looking out the window. Beyond is a beautiful view of the mountains, there’s a lake in the distance, and he finds out he’s not on the ground floor of the cabin. Not like he could handle climbing out of a window in the first place, it’s also locked like the door, and the glass is reinforced with magic. He can’t see any roads, not even one leading to the cabin, and there’s no other buildings or signs of human life as far as he can see. “Fuck,” he whispers, letting his head fall forward, knocking it against the glass with a thunk.

 

[LustfulSins]

True to his word, Leveryn returns before the hour is up. In his hands is a cloth bag with a drawstring holding the top closed. It rattles a bit; there's small smooth stones held within marked with ice runes. Leveryn tosses it to the end of the bed. He's well aware the human doesn't want him coming close. He's glad to see the plate and jar empty, but he would collect them later.

"I imagine you need to relieve yourself. Whether you dress or not is up to you, but I will escort you outside to do your business. You'll find there's no electricity or human plumbing here." Leveryn remains by the bedroom door to see what the human will decide to do. There seems to be an unspoken against the boy deciding to relieve himself here in the cabin out of spite.

 

[Yannick]

A blush would creep across the boy's skin as he reached for the clothes laid out on the bed, pulling on a dusty flannel and carefully pulling up a pair of old sweat pants, attempting to hide himself under the blankets as he dressed. He didn't know what the bag of rocks was about, but he did need to take a leak, so he slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed, he hadn't tried standing yet. His legs were wobbly underneath him, and he had to catch himself on the nightstand, though he appeared alright as he moved towards the door letting the demon show him the way outside.

Once out Yannick sucked in a breath a the sight, from the window had been one thing but looking out at the untouched land surrounding the cabin really was breathtaking, his foot caught awkwardly on the uneven ground he'd been distracted by the view, Yannick's already wobbly legs gave, and he began to fall forward.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn doesn't take his eyes off the human as he dresses. He's unbalanced, but stats standing. With a nod, he turns and leads the way downstairs. The downstairs is largely a single room, split in half between kitchen and dining area, and front room. The kitchen is lined with cupboards, and the wood stove has an iron pipe going out the wall for the smoke. A four person table sits centrally, with four chairs that look carved from single blocks of wood. The front room is furnished with a similarly carved wooden sofa cushioned thickly and covered with a large quilt. A dark brown fur rug, likely from a bear though no head or paws were kept from the skinning, is stretched out on the floor in front of a brick fireplace. Bookshelves line one wall, and there's a table with some potted plants under a big window. An iron lantern sits on a small square table by the door.

The first steps outside face only the trees, with no obvious path through them. Mountains line the horizon on three sides of the cabin. Leveryn starts to lead the human around the side of the house, toward the back. The entire time, he keeps an eye on the boy to make sure he doesn't attempt to run for it. Not that he could in his current condition. Proven when the boy trips and fails to catch himself. Leveryn is at his side in a heartbeat, bone plated arm around the human's torso so his hand is splayed on the boy's chest. His other hand presses to the boy's lower abdomen, clawed fingers spread out. "Do you need me to carry you?"

 

[Yannick]

Yannick's heart was going a million beats per second again when the demon caught him, "N-no…Thanks," he said quietly, letting the other help him back to his feet, seeming less afraid now. "You- This place the beautiful," he said, taking another look around at the scenery before following the demon to what he assumes will be an outhouse.

Once he finished with his business, he wouldn't go inside right away, he wasn't attempting to escape, but if the demon really wanted him in the cabin, it could just scoop him up and take him. Yannick was just enjoying being in nature, a chickadee sounded off in the distance, and the boy mimicked the sound back perfectly without thinking. A weak smile formed on his lips when the bird returned his call, the two going back and forth a few more times. He never got out of the city much; at least he liked the cage he was being kept in.

"So, uh..." he looked to the bony half-demon, realizing he had no idea what to call it "I'm Yannick …what's your name? do you have a name?" Like so many of his kind, the human had given in to his curiosity over his fear. Yannick loved finding new monsters after all, and his skeletal captor was entirely unique as far as he knew. He swore he could still feel where the other had held him when he fell, the feeling of skeletal hands lingering on his chest and abdomen, a blush began creeping it's way up his neck again.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn nods, making sure the human is stable before releasing him. Around the side of the house, then to the back, the hybrid leads the boy. Behind the house is a large garden, brimming with vegetables and fruit bushes. There's a huge pomegranate bush and a grapefruit tree at one corner of the garden. A low stone circle, three feet high, shelters an open well. The outhouse Leveryn leads the human to has a bucket of water outside it for washing hands, and a large soapstone rock beside that.

Once The human is finished in the outhouse and has washed after himself, Leveryn follows him around the yard. No harm in letting him wander, he can't get far anyway. He's amused by the human whistling back and forth with the bird. Not something he has ever cared to do himself.

Leveryn cross his arms over his chest when asked his name. Curiosity is winning over the human's natural fear. That may change when Leveryn decides to use the boy's body again. After all, if he's going to keep the human, Yannick, here, he may as well make him useful. And even through the instinctual haze of breeding, Leveryn had deeply enjoyed how tightly Yannick's body had fit his cock. "Leveryn." Short but sweet, Yannick had asked his name, so that's all he gave.

 

[Yannick]

Unaware of the demons less than pure thoughts of using the boy again, Yannick repeated the name "Leveryn," he mumbled. The ginger seemed to ponder the name a moment before getting distracted by exploring the garden. "It's impressive," he said distractedly. "Your garden, I mean, I've never seen a pomegranate bush before" his eyes seemed to sparkle, looking over the variety and size of the plants.

Yannick's fingers itched with a need to create and catalogue, he wouldn't mention that he predominantly wanted to sketch Leveryn. The hybrid's skeletal features would be fascinating to try and capture on paper, especially his hands. Yannick didn't realize, but he was staring at the other like he was appraising Leveryn, fear forgotten. He walked closer to the demon cocking his head to see more of him, the way the bone plates connected and interacted without a sound. He observed and wondered how Leveryn walked so quietly while having a massive bone plated tail, and feet you would expect to make a clacking noise as they walked. "Could-" he paused "could you get me a sketchbook?" he asked apprehensively, anxiety welling up at asking his captor to get him something that would likely be considered frivolous by the other.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn says nothing as Yannick comments on his garden. He doesn't think anything of it other than that it provides food. As for the pomegranate bush, it and the grapefruit tree are his prized plantlife, his favorite fruits. When Yannick turns a studying gaze on him, Leveryn cocks his skull to one side.

On closer inspection, there's very thin gaps between the layered plates of bone. Thin enough to make getting even a flat blade between them difficult, but either just enough space to allow silent movement. The fact that the plates are layered like scale armor helps a great deal in both silence and level of protection. It doesn't allow for visualisation of the skin beneath the plates, though.

Leveryn folds his arms over his chest as Yannick makes a request for a sketchbook. "And where exactly do you expect me to find such? Old Town does not have luxuries just laying around, and artists do not frequent the abandoned streets and buildings." Leveryn may have grown up in solitude, but one look at the construction of his log home shows he's no feral creature. He got his knowledge on most human designs and objects through exploring old town, campsites in surrounding wooded areas, and from watching humans that venture through both areas.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick thought for a moment, "In my truck, there's a bag of art supplies… and any kind of paper would work…" he offered, scratching the back of his head. Yannick wandered aimlessly in the garden for a little while longer. Leveryn would find that the boy would wait for the demon to walk beside him before continuing, still stealing occasional looks at the other's impressive body armour. His fingers worried at the hem of the flannel he wore, tired of being idyl. However, Yannick felt suddenly tired from being up and awake while his body was still recovering from his original ordeal with Leveryn. The scrapes and bumps had healed fine, but his muscles still ached; he turned to the demon.

"I think I'm gonna head back to bed," Yannick would yawn before turning to head back inside the well-made cabin, taking the stairs carefully as he headed for the room Leveryn had been keeping him in, assuming at this point that the demon would be right behind him. He groaned as he fell into the bed, hearing the bag of stones clacking together when he did so. Yannick grabbed the bag, inspecting it, he would recognize the markings on the rocks as ice runes. Realizing what it was, he looked up at Leveryn. "Thank you," the words were genuine. He was sincerely thankful for the item. Yannick pressed the makeshift ice pack to his lower back and heaved a sigh of relief the cold making the pain seep out of his abused muscles.

It might appear that Yannick had given up on escaping Leveryn, but he hadn't, one of those human things you can never truly stamp out the boy was determined and hopeful. He'd have to get used to living here. He knew that there was no chance of escape through traditional means. He wasn't stupid enough to just try running. Yannick knew Leveryn would be on him in an instant. If he wanted to leave, he'd have to gain the demons trust first enough for the other to slip up to give him an opening. So Yannick packed down his fear and let his curiosity take the reins for now if only to protect himself from his current reality.

 

[LustfulSins]

Leveryn says nothing as he follows Yannick through his garden. On the grass and soil, his talented feet make no sound. Art supplies in the human's truck. That's assuming it's still there when Leveryn trusts Yannick enough to leave him here alone. When the human decides to return to bed, Leveryn follows him into the cabin and up the stairs.

Just as on the grass outside, Leveryn's bony feet make no sound on the hardwood. That comes from practice, setting his feet down a certain way, and making it a reflexive habit. Leveryn halts in the bedroom doorway, watching Yannick fall onto the bed. He only nods when the boy thanks him for the ice stone pack. Once Yannick is asleep, Leveryn leaves the room, locking the door.

Leveryn spends the rest of the day as he often does, working in his garden. Despite his appearance, his calm demeanor means his presence in non threatening to the wildlife, and even a handful of deer, which he often hunts for meat, have come out of the surrounding woods to graze nearby. As the sun begins to set, casting an orange glow across the cabin's small field, the hybrid returns inside and sets a low fire in the front room. Taking the lantern by the front door, Leveryn sets to preparing a meal; meat again, along with a root vegetable and a tomato and herb sauce.

 

[Yannick]

Yannick woke a few hours later, groggy, the world feeling unreal like jelly his mind telling him to go back to sleep, he inhaled the smell of Leveryn's cooking hanging in the air. His aching back finally feeling better thanks to Leveryn's ice pack. Yannick didn't know what to make of his captor. Leveryn was strange for a demonic entity, something like Leveryn not killing him on sight was weird in itself. So much had happened to Yannick in such a short time he hadn't really processed it all, he ran his hand through his hair. It wasn't uncommon for monsters to know a few words in English, but Leveryn was fluent, not that Yannick had been able to get much out of the demon.

He held the bag of icy stones in his hands looking down at it, Leveryn would never need something like this, did he make it for Yannick? Strange, this whole situation was confusing and odd.

The demon made his dislike of humans pretty obvious, which Yannick couldn't fault the other for he was a hunter himself though the path had been chosen for him, not by him. If Yannick could study monsters without the whole, you also have to kill them thing he would. Unfortunately, monsters are viewed as too much of a threat for that to be a reality, at least that's what his brothers would tell him. Yannick wondered if that could change if humans and monsters could ever live together. The thought of his brothers lingered in his mind, they were all skilled hunters, and he knew they wouldn't stop until they found him. His brothers gave him some hope for his future, but right now, he was hungry, and whatever Leveryn had cooked smelled fantastic.