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Wind guided Egan through massaging the muscles in his legs until they stopped cramping then laid there gasping from the relief for a moment as he explained a bit more, "No one else knows that Desha's gone. Just me and Dancer. Somehow, Desha was able to hold onto his spirit enough to help Dancer get to the Demon Realm, but couldn't hold it past that. You're the first one here that knows," he explained that part then moved on, somehow knowing that Egan would hold onto the information until it could be safely released.

In truth, if the village knew that they didn't have a healer, they'd panic. And everyone would have a massive crying-fest over Desha's death and the mage wouldn't have wanted that. He'd have wanted a celebration of his life, not devestation over his death...

"As for the other... It would depend on how dominant you are and how far you're willing to go. My animals need tamed and my demon needs to be put in its place. My wolf needs comforting right now. It just wants to crawl under the bed and cower. My cat needs an attitude adjustment. It wants to go out and kill everything in sight. And my demon has never been handled. It's taking my current weakness as an excuse to take me over and try to get out to seduce half the village and the rest of the castle..." he explained that part and hoped that Egan didn't blush easily.

Even for Demonicus, Wind and Blade's demonic forms were throwbacks to the original demons that had seduced their collective ancestors and gave birth to their race. They were little more than the original primitive beings that only thought with the brains in their pants and went on semi-destructive paths to get to it.

Which was why there were scorch marks on his walls and furniture... He'd managed to take back control every time he'd taken his demonic form and pulled back. But the result was bursts of fire that could have been much worse...

"With my forms conflicted, and me just wanting to lay down here and die, I can't heal and I can't move forward. I'd Mated with Aten because I loved him and he was a sassy sweetness that I needed at the time. He was never the most dominant partner and we'd mutually decided on leaving my demonic form alone. I would have needed a full-blood incubus to pull it to heel and Lareth couldn't find anyone he felt was up to the task of me and my sister. So I guess you could say that the problem has been simmering ever since," he added, wanting to explain why he'd never been tamed and why Egan shouldn't think less of Aten for it.

What he was talking about was a tall order. And it explained why he was making sure that he was left alone... After all, his demon form could kill so easily...

Wind listened again and carefully considered the offer. In the process, he found that he remembered seeing Egan a few times in the village. Each time, Desha had been talking to him. He'd tried to get Desha to play with him once in leopard form but it had been Egan that rubbed his head then playfully shoved him off to play elsewhere. What he remembered most was Egan's strength. It had impressed him at the time. But Dancer had distracted him by tackling him into the fountain.

He shook his head to get it back on track and found himself fascinated by the feeling of Egan's hands on his thigh as he massaged the muscles then simply let one hand rest there, letting him feel the skin against skin and the strength in the hand.

But he considered it carefully, knowing that it was an offer that he couldn't refuse...

He raised his brown eyes to Egan's and responded in the only way he could, "I have to accept... You know that as well as I do..." he whispered softly and swallowed once as he looked at a scorch mark crossed by claw marks on the wall behind Egan and lowered his eyes, "I need help to live... I know that... I can't die, so I need help to live..." he added, still in that soft whisper.

Of course, Wind would have to get cleaned up a bit... Maybe a few repairs to the room first... At least the bed... He'd left the bathroom alone...

Wind looked around the room when he mentioned the condition of it, noting that he'd really done some damage to it, "I'll accept whatever you have to do... I may not want to live, but I was left alive anyway. So living it is... Better you than someone that wouldn't understand... Even if you're simply my Alpha later, I would probably have needed one sooner or later anyway... Maybe later, if needed, you could pick someone for me, if someone proves interested..." he said softly, his voice sounding a bit lost for the moment.

He addressed what was needed, he thought. He wasn't expecting this with Egan to be permanent, mainly because he wasn't thinking clearly. As for right now, he wasn't expecting anything more than some basic bullying from Egan to get him going. He certainly wasn't expecting him to stay in his rooms overnight, maybe in the next suite or in another room in the Hall.

After a brief hesitation, he rolled to the side of the bed and sat on the edge then reached a hand up to his hair to simply touch it then shook his head slightly, "I'll clean up... Then I'll get the room..." he offered, his voice still soft toned but sounding slightly lost.

He hesitated another moment then got to his feet. He wasn't too steady now that he wasn't annoyed or angry, but he still limped into the bathroom and headed for the open shower. He'd never bothered with an enclosed one in here when he'd had the bathroom remodeled, making it easier for him to shower when he was other forms. That and the tub set down into the floor with push-button faucets instead of knobs...

He limped over and started the water for the shower then stepped under it and allowed the warm water to soak into his hair. Admittedly, the burns still stung under the water, but they were about to sting more when he used the bathing oil. That was going to really hurt...

While he was under the water, he touched into the magic he'd worked so hard to master over his life. It wasn't easy with his forms so conflicted at the moment, but he managed to get it started. Few Demonicus matched him in magic usage, even with his demon out of control. Most were trained in either magic or fighting. Blade was always best in a fight. But Wind was best at magic...

On the bed, Egan would be able to see the magic at work. Light flames moved over everything but carried the touch that only the Demonicus carried. The room was repaired as the flames moved through. As the flames moved over Egan, they were pleasantly warm rather than destructive. Well, mostly...

Partway through, Wind dropped to his knees with a hand to his head as he gasped softly. He'd managed to get the bedroom fixed but had to stop when a stabbing pain went through his head. The moment he dropped the magic, the pain ended. Yet another symptom of his internal conflicts at the moment.

He forced himself to his feet with one hand against the tiled wall and reached for the bathing oil that everyone on the island used, with his carrying the scents of sandalwood and juniper berry. After he got his breath, he started working the oil into his hair, though he wasn't having a whole lot of luck with his bad leg at the moment...

Wind gave a soft gasp when he felt Egan's hand on his back and shifted instantly, his wolf giving a sharp yelp before it sent him scrambling to one corner of the bathroom with his tail tucked tightly under him. Clearly, he hadnt been expecting Egan to show up in the bathroom. He also hadn't been expecting a cold hand on his wet back.

At least he'd managed to get clean, even if he hadn't done it to his usual expectations...

But now Egan would have to deal with a very beautiful wolf that was beyond rare. He was black with silver ears, muzzle, and paws and silver-tipping to his fur. The silver effect allowed him to almost completely disappear in shadowed lighting and named his species of wolf instantly. They were legendary. Drage Farseer had been the last of his clan and he'd only fathered two children.

Blade and Wind were Ghost Wolves...

Thankfully, their leopards were basic black leopards and not that unusual.

But the last two Ghost Wolves... And Egan had one in front of him now reduced to cowering in a corner...

Wind whimpered and shook as Egan approached him, flinched at the first touch as well. But Egan's patience and soothing manner helped him calm down enough that by the time Egan had his head in his lap, he'd stopped shaking and whimpering. He was still very nervous every time Egan touched him to pet him, but he was allowing it.

Eventually, he raised his eyes to look up at Egan and revealed that in this formm, his eyes were the green and gold he'd inherited from his father: emerald around the edge and gold around the iris. It was startling to see such brightness coming out of his dark face, but it did make sense when one thought about him and his personality.

He was never really one for hiding in the shadows, after all...

His leopard form was much more basic, black spots on a black coat with pale brown eyes. It was just more aggressive in personality and had kept him from going out entirely.

It took a bit more petting before he calmed enough to shift back to his human form, laying on his stomach with his head laying on the side on Egan's lap and his hair covering his back. Egan's hand wound up petting his hair a few times before he paused and Wind took that as a sign to back off.

He pushed himself up with his head down and turned away from Egan in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry... I've never done that before..." he said softly, thinking that he'd also embarrassed Egan with his sudden shifting to wolf form then shifting back naked.

Usually, Demonicus got to keep their clothes when they shifted. But since Wind had been in the shower when he'd shifted... Well, at least his hair came back dry...

His hair was absolutely beautiful as it spread over his back, the brown color carrying tones of red, amber, and tan. But the surprising highlights under the light in the bathroom were the blue, violet, and even magenta when he moved. His hair was his one real vanity and for him to neglect it in any way showed how far down he'd gotten, even if Egan didn't realize it.

But his wolf was calmer than it had been since he'd been taken and he gave a shiver over the feeling, "My wolf is calmer... It hasn't felt like this in a while..." he added, his voice showing a little bit of surprise within the grateful tones. He turned his head to look at Egan over his shoulder but looked down almost instantly, "I really am sorry..." he gave a small shrug of his shoulder over the sudden shift, knowing that explaining it would have been useless.

He did try to push on though and started to get to his feet, "I'll go get some clothes on... Hopefully my demon form will let me..." he offered, thinking that his nudity would embarrass Egan. That might also point out to him that Wind had missed Egan's hint that he preferred male company...

As Wind got to his feet, he was still a bit unsteady but firmer on his feet than he was before, showing that a more stable form shift had helped his bad leg some, though not all the way just yet. He was limping as he headed out of the bathroom, intending to go to his closet for a pair of shorts at the very least.

Wind paused when Egan caught up with him then hesitated a bit before he caught on. Then he actually blushed. He reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind one ear and looked shyly over his shoulder to make sure that Egan was serious. When he figured out that he was serious, he had to blush again.

"Nudity doesn't bother me either... It just makes some others uncomfortable... My sister's never been confortable nude... I've had a few people here uncomfortable whenever someone is nude..." he was babbling a bit and hating that he was so nervous about this.

In truth, he'd never made a first move in his life. And without a bit more help with that, he had no idea what to do. Especially since he still wasn't too sure how serious Egan would wind up being after...

Wind looked for something to change the subject and could only think about brushing his hair and getting it taken care of. So he swallowed a bit and licked his lips then gestured to the repaired dresser behind Egan, "My brush should be over there... Maybe... Maybe while I'm brushing and braiding my hair, you tell me your name? I never caught it before and we were never introduced before..." he started, hoping that it would give them a starting point.

Egan knew Wind's name, obviously. It would been like Desha to say the names of all three cats when they'd played in the village and even added names when they saw them in human form. The kind healer had been a hopeless romantic and always trying to play matchmaker, after all. While Desha wouldn't have set Egan up with Dancer or Dev, he'd have figured out that Wind and Egan were a perfect match...

They still had Wind's cat and demon to deal with, but his cat would be the easiest of the bunch. Which left Egan with the demon and the nervous man in front of him...

Wind went to the bed when Egan led him there then sat down with his back to the male, fairly surprised that he was brushing his hair for him. But the smooth strokes of the brush were relaxing, the male's touch surprisingly gentle with tangles. It kept Wind relaxed enough that he was able to listen and actually pay attention without getting distracted.

He still had to consider it, though.

"I..." he started then had to pause for a moment before continuing, "I'll be willing to see where it goes... I don't want to make a promise one way or the other then have things fall apart. Right now, I'm still messed up and I'm not really in the right headspace to make permanent decisions. But I'll be willing to give it a try," he offered, hoping that Egan would understand what he meant.

He wasn't not attracted, he was simply messed up right now. He needed to get his head back on straight before he was safe for lasting decisions...

He finally separated his hair out and put it into a single braid that fell down his back to his knees then bound it off with a strip of leather from his nightstand.

At that point, he finally turned to look at Egan properly, suddenly feeling shy and as if he didn't want the male to see everything they'd done to him. His body was a mess: cuts, bruises, burns... They'd really gone at him, but not nearly as bad as they'd gone at Dancer.

But he reached up and moved a lock of hair behind his ear and told himself that it was simply that the hair was annoying him. He still hadn't meant to reach out like that and he blushed as he collected his brush and put that on the nightstand, "Thank you... For brushing my hair, I mean..." he added softly, still feeling a bit uncomfortable though he wasn't sure why...