≈ Junya's Lair

@Junya [Werewolf Hunter Leader] The fog chuckled at the the mindless babbles of the boy, floating about his small form before settling before the other. He allowed the vapor to dissipate as he appeared on one knee before the other,"It's very kind of you to worry about me, Love. I wouldn't dare hurt you. You're important to me. I will take care you just as you take care of me," the vampire king smiled as he rose to his feet as he stared down at the small being upon the floor. His eyes gazing over the the creamy milky skin and chocolate locks. He was surprised that his trackers had told him that this was the leader of the werewolf hunters. He was the image of a child; he wasn't even sure if the little one had fully matured into a man. Despite his thoughts, that he remained cautious of the younger, watching his every move, before vanishing again. He didn't want to remain still and give himself away, he had appear as a figment of the other's imagination. In his dance to evade reality, the dark smoke whisked up the other legs and then behind his small form; the demon crawled out of the mist and chuckled into the hunter's ear,"But if you hurt him, he'll hurt you know, no? You have to kill him. You have to kill him for us." He hissed into the other's ear. He was unaware who the male was speaking of,but he decided that he wouldn't worry about it for now. He just had weave his way into the other's imagination and then he would hold the power the divert the child's attention in the direction he pleased. At the moment, he was just testing the child's abilities and his own to elude the hunter's senses,"Are you sure you can do it? Do you keep insisting on hurting him becasue you can't kill him. Have you become weak? You have to be strong, Junya." With the other's name, his form vaporized once again, leaving the name heavy on the air of the warm earthen cave.

@Soohyuk [Dracula] Junya's eyes fluttered shut, a smile delicately gracing his lips as he listened to the voice. "But I can't find him." The small Hunter sighed, resting his head on his knees as he pulled his legs close and drew ancient symbols into the earth with his finger tips. He had grown serious, lost in thought as he zoned out and stared off blankly into space.

"Yes. Yes I can do that. But do I have to kill him?" Junya puffed out his cheeks before tinging a soft pink and growing a bit shy as he turned to look over his shoulder to see where the voice was coming from.

"Oh. Where did you go, mister? Are you doing this?" Junya hummed, completely turning around and sitting on his knees as he waved his hands among the fog and beamed before laughing softly, his eyes glazing over with a hint of red before going back to normal, head jerking up towards the ceiling, staring at nothing. "There you are. You should come down. You might hurt yourself... but i don't want to kill him. Just hurt him, very very badly" Junya said hopefully, tracing his fingers across the scars on his throat, reaching up and stroking his hand into thin air. "What do you want from me? Will you hurt me? Why did you disappear again. Show Yourself. Don't be shy."

@Junya [Werewolf Hunter Leader] The laughter pricked his ears. He clenched his jaw and snarled in anger. It had been ringing in his ears for a week; he despised that sound to the point that his spine curled back in irritation. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the howling of the ghostly wind and the rustling of the pine trees. It was was obvious there was a storm brewing as the gray clouds crawled of the sapphire skies, tainting the night. There was a scrapping in the background. The occasional screeching of the sliver blade against the water stone was more appealing than that blood curdling laugh. He would have killed the other the second he heard it,but then he would lose such a beautiful weapon.

Soohyuk had first uncovered the treasure about a week ago on a hunt. He had nestled away at the tree tops when he heard the voices echoing out of the earthen cave, embedded at the side of the hill. At first, he thought there was a meeting of hunters before he realized that there was one. He recalled being confused and wondering if it was a new tactic to draw in their enemy. The King had returned that night, the voices never left his mind; he set out the trackers to hunt down the male.

The male slipped into the mouth of the cave under the guise of a mist"But you can do a small favor me? He's yours so you're the only one that can kill him for me," his voice nipped at the younger's ears as the demon settled about as a thick fog. The leader of the werewolf hunters had no gasp of what was reality. He wondered what he had done that the universe had graced him with such a gift. The king took the voice of the captured in the other mind,"Can't you do that much for your friend?"

Sitting contently on the earthen ground, Junya hummed softly to himself with the massive water stone between his thighs, sharpening his blade with great care. He was alone. By himself in his hollowed out cave he called home as the light from his fire place flicked about, shadows dancing on the wall as the humming ceased and he stared off innocently off into space before giggling to himself; an amused coo kissing his lips as he smiled for a second before falling onto his back and dying of laughter.

"You want him dead?"

"Why yes. Yes I do"

"But he's mine."

The one sided conversation continued as he clutched the knife to his chest, the silver chain connected to the hilt, delicately lacing around his throat and displaying itself as a choker, crossing against the fading scars lashed into his pale skin.

"But you will kill him"

Junya shook his head, eyes fluttering shut as the blade slid between his thighs causing a soft groan to escape as the cool metal brushed against heated flesh. Thighs pressed together, back arching slightly as a mindless sigh escaped from his lips, sheathing the blade into the belt stripped around his inner thigh to keep it hidden, tugging the oversized black poncho shirt down to hide the blade; chain worn proudly on the outside of his clothing for all to see.

"No. He's mine" The little werewolf Hunter sighed, cheeks puffed as he sat up, leaning against his palm of his hands as they dug into the earth, hunching over and giggling once more.