Welcome to Gaia! ::

Hunter couldn't really stop the shiver that ran down his spine as the male continued to inhale his scent. When the mans weight lifted from him a soft sigh of relief spilled from his lips, which of course didn't last long as he was flipped over and pinned down, drawing a sound of protest from the back of his throat. He tried to shy away from the male's lips, not liking the feeling of the man being so close... or perhaps liking it a bit too much- which of course he was in denial about.Hunter didn't get affection, hr wasn't someone pampered in love and care, and being handled like this was something new and....well unpleasant but not. His eyes widened when he felt a warm stripe on his neck from Reynard's tongue, causing him to squirm unhappily under the male.

"Stop it!" He seethed, trying to jerk his hands free from the male so that he could dislodge himself. His eyes met the angers with a fierce blaze of contempt, though that was quickly replaced by surprise followed by confusion, followed by a variety of mixed emotions. The lips on his were warm and soft, and ultimately confusing as hell. Amber eyes narrowed as he suddenly bit hard at the other mans lip, enough to draw blood, before he jerked his head to the side to break away from the kiss, struggling to get away once more. "Get off!" He gasped, a wary edge to his voice.

He was quickly learning that he didn't actually hate being man handled, but at the same time he wasn't about to let this angel do as he wished. It was just an odd discovery about himself- knowing that something about being controlled was....nice? Maybe because he grew up without parents and thus he never had someone to...control him. "Stop it" He muttered, his tone quieter now, his eyes still narrowed but there was something distant to them. He was closing himself off to the Angel, the only way he knew how- kill off the emotions and go into his own little world for a little while.

"It was entirely necessary" he hissed, though there was a certain waver to his voice. He felt insecure and all in all very uncomfortable in his current situation. Hunter had just enough time to sit up, before he was pinned against the couch this time, a sound of protest rising from his lips. He had to turn his head to take in a breath of air, the pillows not really easy to breathe through. He struggled in the mans hold without success, what the hell was this man made of? Steel? Most angels he could get away from, he could over power actually. He shied away from the male as he nibbled at his ear lobe, wanting nothing more than to get away from the Angel in this current moment. "Stop it" He gasped, overly sensitive to the feeling of the mans breath on his skin.

He was unaccustomed to such touches, and the treatment he was getting- which he did not want, was disarming. His eyes widened and he tried to jerk out of the mans grasp even though he really had nowhere to go with the couch at his front and Reynard at his back. "I do not desire this! I repeat, Get off of me" he growled, unable to really free himself and the heat from the man behind him was making him dizzy. Yes, that was probably the best way to put it, this was a dizzying heat that left him unable to think and thus he had to get away before he lost himself in that warmth.

He felt his body shake, and it wasn't from the cold, but how nerve wracking this really was. For once he found that he was actually scared of what might happen to him. He pushed his forehead against the cushion, hiding amber eyes that were burning with heat from tears that he refused to let fall. He was frightened... He didn't want this to go on and the man behind him just seemed to be completely relentless. "Stop" He muttered, his voice a soft hiccup, sounding wet with stress and the emotions that were flooding him- emotions he had so carefully stashed away.

Hunter stayed as he was even after Reynard had left, his head pressed into the cushions and his hands clawed against the soft fabric. His body still shook despite the fact that he was now free, but that had actually shaken him up quite a bit. "Cause I killed a damn angel" He breathed softly, a soft answer that Reynard would not hear. After a few deep breaths he lifted his head, tilting it back ever so slightly to help keep any wetness from leaving his amber eyes. It had been a long time since he had even come close to crying and needless to say- he did not enjoy it one bit.

What had really set him off was the gentle kiss at the end, the sure sign of affection that Hunter both loathed and craved.

He squeezed his amber orbs closed and simply sat there, only snapping out of his little stupor when he heard a whine from his side... He'd forgotten Kota had been there the entire time...the Canine seemed worried and so he reached out and soothed the poor animal. "I'm okay Kota" He cooed, though his voice still shook with unease " Just shaken up.... Nothing a nice hot bath can't fix right" He murmured, staying with the animal a while more, before he went off to do just that- and soaked in the tub for a good hour.

When the male finished- instead of going to bed he headed down into the basement where he kept...well the things he used for hunting angels. Plus he felt more secure down here... It was a dangerous place for any angel to step foot in... As most of the weapons were designed to kill them- not just harm. After a long while of simply inspecting his weapons he stopped to press his back against the wall and let out a weary sigh. What in the world had he just gotten himself into? Because he knew it wasn't good... Somehow Reynard could pull reactions from him like it was the easiest thing in the world. Hunter wasn't supposed to like the feeling of being touched, especially not by one of the creatures that killed his family. Of course he was being unfair about it. It wasn't true that all angels were cruel bastards...but Reynard definitely seemed to fall under that category.

Shaking his head as if to clear it the male pushed off from the wall and headed back upstairs, all the way to his bedroom this time. Kota would be fine on his own downstairs as usual, and all Hunter wanted to do was curl up and sleep. He wouldn't be attending school the next day- there was no way he wanted to be around people... Stripping off his shirt he revealed a body that was not only strong, but lethal. He also had scars on his pale skin, though they were faded and not really noticeable. All of them were from his little scuffles with angels...honestly he was used to getting hurt. After changing into a pair of red and black flannel pajama bottoms he slipped onto his bed and simply laid there- finding himself in a state between wakefulness and sleep.

It always started the same- the same dream… no, the same nightmare that would plague him when he slept. It wasn’t constant, sometimes he didn’t dream at all…but a lot of the time he would have to deal with this constant reminder of his past.

A younger Hunter sat at a table between his mother and little brother, his father standing at the kitchen counter while he spoke of work. Everyone was happy, Hunter laughed as he and his brother played with their food, his black hair shadowing amber eyes. Hair that he got from his father, as his mother’s hair was honey blonde. His brother had the same hair as his mother, but obviously looked more like their father in the long run. Hunter took after his mother with pale porcelain skin and delicate features. He was maybe Ten years old- his younger brother seven. They spent their morning as usual and yet as the clocks hand turned to 11:00 am… well everything went to hell. A man dressed in robes that seemed to originate from the middle ages stood in the kitchen doorway, a cold smile placed on his lips as he looked over the family.

They were all so pure, and of course Hunter was to be the main course…the last one he would kill because his soul was so perfect he wanted to save the best for last. First he tore into his father, basically ripping him limb from limb as they fled the kitchen- the last Hunter saw of him was his father screaming as his arm was literally twisted off. They only made it as far as the hallway when his little brother was dragged from his mother’s arms kicking and screaming, but that ceased quickly when the boys’ neck was snapped all the while, black eyes bore into hunter, a malicious smirk on the mans lips as he sucked the soul out of his brothers limp body.

His mother and him had made it to the front door by then, but his mother was next. Her hair being seized and she was pulled back, leaving Hunter to cower in the corner as her soul was pulled from her body- a blood-curdling scream tearing from her throat. She convulsed once before she hit the ground, leaving only Hunter and the angel… ‘I saved you for last little one… You’re soul is worth the wait. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt… much’ he purred as he approached- and that was when Hunter awoke, a pained scream tearing from his throat which was raw at this point. He must have been crying out in his sleep… and he felt as if his head was ready to explode. Slowly but surely the shock ebbed away to something more… painful. A soft sob wracked his body as he curled in on himself, placing his head against his knees as he dragged in rugged breaths of air.

He could still see it. The shredded skin as his fathers arm was ripped from it’s socket- followed by the mass of blood which flooded to the floor as a waterfall. And then his little brothers’ eyes… how such pretty brown eyes had gone lifeless and cold…empty… The soul sucked out of him quickly. And then…then his mother. The scream that echoed in his ears even now, as an invisible force tore her life away little by little, agonizingly slow. A cold chill ran down his back as his heart raced, feeling as if there was a drum beating frantically in his chest. “********….” He murmured to himself, unable to stop the heat that pooled in his eyes as tears ran down porcelain cheeks.
It had been a long time since he actually had that dream, but each time it felt even more vivid…. so real. And what’s worse was that he watched it all from the perspective of a child, and it left him so cold. He pushed himself back so that his back was resting against the beds head rest, his body trembling from the force of the nightmare….and it was always times like these that he wished that there was still someone in his life that really cared…but he’d pushed everyone away so long ago that he knew he was alone. He took in shaky hiccups for breaths as he sat there, unable to calm himself down in order to breathe normally.

Amber eyes shut tightly as more tears streamed down his cheeks, a frown prominent on his features. Most people thought his family was killed by some freak serial killer…but that wasn’t the case. He never told people it was an angel…there was no point. If he had they would have all believed he was crazy…but little by little he felt like he was losing his mind. No human was made for this kind of loneliness… Not even Kota could help with that void in his chest. Maybe he had lost his mind and he was just repeating this process everyday in his mind…

Hunter hadn't even noticed the angels presence until he spoke, and blurry amber eyes darted to the figure, taking a moment too long to focus as the angel came at him, seizing him by the neck. A startled yell was ripped from his throat as the angel grasped him, Hunters amber eyes meeting the mans own with a look of shock and loathing....though that quickly melted into a look of...well acceptance. He only lifted his hands to claw at the mans arm for a moment, before he dropped them, feeling....tired.

Eight years of loneliness... of killing angels and living all alone in this large house. "Then do it. But I wont forfeit my soul. You'll have to work for that" He muttered, his eyes coldly boring into the other mans. What had he ever done to deserve such an empty existence? Well...at least now he didn't have to care anymore. But of course...there was a part of him that didn't want this to be the end, after all he was still young. Weren't there still people he had to meet? To save? Wasn't he supposed to see new places and eventually start a life for himself? Of course... he couldn't lie to himself.

He always knew he would be killed by one of these...things. Or at least he thought he would be, after all he killed their kin just as they killed his own. No slaughter was justified... but he didn't feel right just sitting back and watching others suffer the same way he had...

A white light seemed to flash behind his eyes as pain lanced his neck where sharp nails dug into tender flesh. It hurt...He didn't mind pain, but after such a nerve wracking nightmare it just hurt and he didn't want to feel anymore, he wanted to be numb. Still, the sight of Reynard had sent some kind of...relief, thickly through his body. He still shook, and as he was released he tried to move away, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to dodge the blade; but he didn't have to. Reynard attacked his fellow angel, and amber eyes widened in disbelief. He was betraying his own kind! That simply didn't make sense to the snowy haired male, but at this point...it wasn't the time to be thinking about such things. He shuddered as moved away from the wreckage, wrapping his arms around his shivering frame. He'd come this close to death before...but he was still in shock and scared stiff.

The tears had dried up however and now he simply stood, breathing heavily as he dug his fingers into his arms, knowing full well that he was bruising his own porcelain skin. The other angel had asked Reynard if he had gone soft...was that it? It didn't make sense to him. All Reynard had done was stick too him and make him increasingly uncomfortable, taking joy in the way he squirmed when he was touched. He swallowed a lump in his throat when a pained cry echoed through his house and then, silence swallowed everything up.

He hated the silence... it never lead to anything good, not in his mind. His eyes darted to the figure that entered the room, a flood of relief hitting him once more as he realized it was Reynard....But as the man pulled him into his grasp he stiffened. Reynard wouldn't have apologized... Hell, he would have made some kind of witty comment if anything! And just as the shaken male went to pull away he felt the hot crimson liquid that fueled the angels life drench him. His snowy hair was tainted with the sticky liquid, a good amount of the blood having made it's way onto his cheek and down his neck as well. He simply stood there, frozen in spot as Reynard sank to his knees clutching his side.

All breath seemed to escape him as he snapped out of his daze, his eyes searching the pained face of the angel before him. He'd just saved his life...He could have easily just shared the soul with the other angel, but no... He had killed his own kind and now he would likely be hunted by others... Without really thinking he picked up the dead angels blade and inspected it. He had a few of them honestly...after killing other angels he had learned that their own blades did the trick far better than any other weapon. Biting his lip he slid the sharp edge lightly across his palm, reopening a half healed wound. He then dropped the blade and fell to his knees in front of Reynard, his own amber eyes searching the males, before he lifted his hand up to Reynards lips "Drink it." He muttered, knowing full well that his blood would help. He couldn't do much else...but offer his own liquid life force in exchange for the man saving him from the angel he had called Kuro.

A hiss of air slipped from his lips as Reynard lapped at the blood that had pooled on his palm, biting his lip softly while the male sucked the blood from the wound. It stung, to say the least, but he could put up with it. He could tell that the man was finally realizing what he had just done, and the implications of his betrayal. Still... Hunter now felt that it was his job to ensure that Reynard didn't have his wings torn off...as he had just saved his life. That didn't mean he liked angels, not one bit, but he couldn't imagine something more degrading for an angel then to have his wings torn away. When the man finished and rested his head on Hunters shoulder he flinched, having not expected the sudden closeness. "Ah.." He muttered as the man slid to the floor, though he managed to catch his head before it hit the ground.

"I don't get it" He murmured, more to himself than to Reynard, who was currently out cold anyways. After managing to slip the man onto his bed he surveyed the damage, wincing softly when he took it all in. He'd be able to repair it by himself...he was used to dealing with such damages o be honest, but it would still take time.At least they hadn't broken the wall leading to the outside, he would have had a hard time explaining that to his neighbors. So while Reynard slept Hunter got to work cleaning up the rubble, taking in the damages and how much it would cost for him to fix everything.

By the time Reynard started to stir, Hunter had returned downstairs to the kitchen and made himself some chamomile tea. He held the warm mug in his hands, staring at the liquid in the cup with blank amber eyes. He'd have to sleep in the guest room for a bit, as his room was a bit trashed. Lucky for him the house was large and he actually had a few empty rooms. The sound of footsteps from upstairs seemed to bring him out of his little daze and a soft sigh escaped his lips. Pouring another mug full of tea, he picked them both up and ascended the stairs, heading from the hole in the wall that now lead to his bedroom.

His eyes found the man crouched in the corner, and without a word he approached and sat down in front of the man, placing the cup of tea he had brought for Reynard next to him. "I brought some tea" He stated, which of course was him stating the obvious, but what else was he supposed to say at this point? "Thank you for...saving my life" He added in a hushed tone, knowing Reynard would just be able to hear his words of gratification...and what came next. "And....." 'I can't believe I'm doing this' "If you need somewhere to go.... You can stay here. usually I have...wards up- to keep out intruders. I forgot all about them however..I was exhausted. "