Assasins Lurk Everywhere (Small Group, 4 people | Stalkers get free knives!)

(Au revoir! Have a good afternoon)

Bane cried out for Lis and Naize once more. The large gash in his stomach was healing steadily. He didn't appreciate being thrown in front of the house, his blood all over the place. He could have sworn Lis displaced one of his organs. The sun's rays hurt his eyes, and he had no idea where he was. He reached up in the air as the world spun around him. He was unable to bring the spinning to a halt. Why couldn't it come to a halt? Bane desired cuddles.

Bane clung to Lis, pulling her down by his side. The wound in his stomach was a little gash that stopped healing from lack of energy. He’d be fine for now. Well, the mass bleeding probably doesn’t make him fine, but Hellhound. He may have a little concussion, but all he wanted was to cuddle Lis. He hugged her, nuzzling her shoulder like a cat. A little head trauma can do weird things. He kissed her on the neck and clung to her from here on out. Meanwhile, the devil is gone, leaving a distraught Devon. He just made a deal with the devil.

Devon went back inside to Osiris, ignoring that his neck was bleeding, as was his back. He had promised the hellhound that he would come back, and that is exactly what he was going to do.

Osiris was happy to see the demon. He yipped with joy, his little puppy tail going wild. But then he saw the wounds. “What happened to you?” He pulled Devon down and pressed a fingers on the bleeding neck wounds. “You need medical attention. You’re bleeding.” It wasn’t heavy, but Osiris didn’t like it. He kissed the wound near the base of Dev’s throat to make it feel better.

Devon pressed his face into the hellhounds shoulder, he had forgot that he was bleeding. He was glad the hellhound hadn't asked about his wings, which were folded against his back. "I made a deal with the devil…I think…I am not sure what I agreed to…" he muttered.

Osiris ruffled Dev's hair, kissing the back of his neck. "That was a bad decision, buttercup." He played with the boy's shirt as he wondered what to do. "You shouldn't have to do that. That was foul play. I'm going to confront him. You are not going to be bound to a deal…not of my watch." The hellhound got to his feet, wanting to confront the devil where he stood. "I'll…I'll fight for him as uncle did. Maybe that will give the winged beast some peace of mind."

"No," He grabbed Osie's hand. "Don't…Its fine… I just want to sleep Osie…" he muttered, he was drained, fighting the devil, letting his demonic side take over, it was very tiring. "You will get hurt…please Osie" Devon looked at Osiris sadly, his wings drooping.

Osiris sighed. "Devon, it's not fine. It's foul play! He tricked you into working for him >:(." He started. "I won't get hurt. I know what Im doing. I've been around long enough to survive." He looked at Devon. In his eyes, he looked like a sad puppy with wings. "Fine…But don't give me that look again. It's hard to resist." Osiris' ear twitched and he went to get a towel. Osiris sat down, wrapping the towel around Devon like he was a stunned bird. This was to avoid getting blood everywhere. He pulled Devon close and played with the small bleeding puncture wounds. It might sound odd, but hellhounds can feed off of blood like demons.

Devon smiled softly, leaning against Osiris, "If I fall asleep…don't leave. I will never talk to you again if you leave me" he muttered, relaxing against the hellhound, He wouldn't do that, never talk to Osiris again, it was an empty threat, but he would definitely be super mad. He had agreed to it to protect Osie.

Osiris laid his head on Devon's chest. "I won't leave. I'm too angry at that bitch to leave. Awful move on his part I say. But one day, you'll be fighting against me under the devil's command." He hugged his tail close to his person, a sign he was uncomfortable with the whole devil situation. He had a sour look on his face.

Devon petted Osiris, "I will never hurt you" he stated, he knew that that was a possibility, but he would fight the others first, and probably lose to them, before he would ever make a move against his hellhound. "You know, if you attack the devil guy, he could make me fight you, so its better if you don't"

Osiris got the demon’s blood all over his hands from playing with the wound. He looked embarrassed as he licked of off his fingers. “I know you won’t…” His face got redder. “Sorry about the.. wound—and the blood.” He laid on top of Dev. “Okay, I get your point buttercup. I won’t go confront him!”

Devon laughed a little, "Its fine, ok Ill leave it be," he smiled at Osie, "I am just making sure you won't."

Osiris curled his tail around Dev's leg. "I don't want to feed off of you like a vampire." He laughs. "That would be silly." He wiped the blood onto his clothing. "It's a little embarrassing. I'm worst that cuz!" His cousin was better at controlling himself than he was. Maybe it was because of their different upbringings, he didn't know. "I won't I promise."

"Its not silly, I- …nevermind" he muttered and closed his eyes, "I am going to sleep"
(Sorry its short)

Osiris snuggled close to Dev. "It is silly to me. I am not a vampire. A bloodsucker." He barked daringly. "But it helps with the hunger until I find a proper meal. I haven't eaten in days." He shrugged it off and pat Dev. "Luckily, I don't feel the starvation until my body can't ignore it anymore." He let the wound clot. "Sweet dreams, bird boy."

"Call me that again and I will throw you out" he growled, not opening his eyes. He did not appreciate being called a bird, he didn't have feathers.

(>:3 oh he'll dare to say it again)

(Dev means literally throw-)

Osiris started to laugh like a mad dog. "Alright, I won't call you that again, but now I need another nickname. How about angel. Perfect for me!" A dastardly smile creeps across his face. "Don't throw me. I am a flightless dog." He knows he'll be smacked in the face and he's fine with the. "I can't exactly take off!"

Devon rolled his eyes and smacked Osiris in the back of the head. "Shut up and let me sleep." he muttered.

Osiris snickered. "Alright, go to sleep grumpy. You're a bit sour this afternoon." He clung to Devon. "I won't go anywhere and I am not letting you go anywhere. I will legally bind you to me. And by that, I mean handcuffs, not marriage. Tho I am not- You know, I'll shut up. Sweet dreams, mon petit-ami (That means boyfriend by the way)." The doggie decided to take a little nap himself.

(Look at my hell dogs clinging to their lovers. What a clingy species)

"I am not grumpy, and yes I am a bit sour, you try fighting the devil and nearly dying, you'd be grumpy," he shook his head, "Legally bind with handcuffs? whatever you say" He kissed Osie's head and then fell asleep.

(Man just excepts it)