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Dev gave a deeper growl as the teasing continued, barely able to focus in time to catch what he was told. And then it only made things worse for him...

He leaned in and actually bit Alistair on the fleshy part of his shoulder with a growl that could only be considered animalistic, his hands gripping Alistair's shirt and simply ripping it open to set his nails into his skin.

"In that case... The shower can wait..." his words were almost lost in the growl he gave this time.

And he only got worse as Alistair pulled away then pulled him the rest of the way down the hallway.


In the end, Dev did get his shower. Alistair had to hold him up for it again then had to put him to bed for a bit.

Thankfully, Alistair had worn him out perfectly. But the taste he'd gotten of Dev this time showed something else, a different 'flavor' to the weretiger. But it was elusive and still unknown. It meant that Dev had more tiger forms inside of him that hadn't made an appearance yet.

And one of them even tasted downright dangerous...

Dev gave a sleepy mumble as he snuggled down into the bed. He had plenty of bruises and other marks that made him feel alot more calm, enough that going to sleep for a nap was easy. He'd heal up after a little sleep, a shift would probably help him a bit sooner, but sleep wasn't an issue at the moment.

As it was, he still had a cuff attached to one wrist that he wasn't likely to complain about. Using them had kept him under control and prevented him from clawing up Alistair too much.

As he slept, he looked relaxed, almost innocent. Admittedly, that was far from the truth. He certainly wasn't innocent.

But whatever else he carried inside of him was still a mystery...

And Alistair hadn't told him about Nashirr's visit yet...



A few hours later, Dev gave a grumbling sound as he started waking up, a frown on his face as he shifted under the sheet. And in this moment, with what Alistair had heard and tasted, one had to wonder when the questions would start. Or if he'd let that pass and see what would develop as time passed...

Dev sat up with a yawn as he rubbed at his eyes, giving a soft growl as his other hand scratched at one of the small cuts Alistair had given him across his abs. He finally opened his eyes and blinked a moment before he started sniffing, the aroma of the stew making his stomach growl and his eyes focus on the tray.

He gave another soft growl and gave a half grin, "Food sounds fantastic right now," he growled out, clearly hungry. Usually, he got on the grumpy side if he didn't eat regularly.

Okay, okay.... He got very grumpy and his temper showed it's ugly head when he didn't eat like he was supposed to.

As an unusual shifter, he had to eat on a regular basis or his beasts got out of hand. It was one of the ways he'd made the citizenry of Darkness Village wary of him...

He gave Alistair a kiss to his cheek as he passed over a bowl and started eating, giving a pleased sound at the taste. It didn't take him long to prove that it was a very tasty meal when he scraped the last bits out of the bowl with some of the bread then started sniffing the air to determine if there was more.

"Alistair, I have to admit that you're a fantastic cook. And if you weren't working these meals off of me, I'd probably wind up weighing a ton if I ate like this regularly," he admitted, being honest but knowing that the male would appreciate the compliment.

He set his bowl aside and gave himself a good stretch before getting up and heading for the bathroom, thinking that he'd track down the kitchen and see about some more of that stew.

All mysteries about Dev aside, he really wasn't that hard to figure out most of the time. Part of him knew that he was dangerous and had come here to Darkness Abounds to keep others safe. At least here, if he was dangerous, it wasn't that bad. Part of him had always known that he could be dangerous, which was why he'd always sought out lovers that were dangerous as well. The more dangerous they were, particularly to himself, the more attracted he was. The closer to death he got, the more pleased he was.

Even Alistair had to have noticed that last part by now. Part of Dev really got off on how close to death he could get.

But Dev had never hidden that part of himself. Even his father knew that about him.

In truth, Dev still wondered why his father hadn't killed him as a cub. Why had Nashirr never put him down if he was supposed to be so dangerous?

He shook his head and splashed some water on his face then dried off and headed back out of the bathroom, fully intending to track down some more of that stew...

Dev gave a grin as he refilled his bowl and collected another piece of the bread, glancing up at what was left of the carcass hanging in the larder, "Thing tastes alot better cooked than it does raw, I have to admit that truthfully. That one put up some fight but not as much they usually do, so I was a bit worried about the taste," he headed into the dining room to eat, knowing that Alistair would follow. To see him enjoy the meal, if nothing else.

"The original breed in the demon realm is an okay hunt, I guess. These are more vicious most of the time. I think Goh was trying to warp them into something that was just plain mean but fell short a bit with it," he commented as he sat down at the table and blew on the stew a bit before taking a few bites, giving a pleased sound at the taste.

He paused eating to stretch his arms a bit and cracked his neck then leaned in to smell the stew but paused with a frown as he looked around the room. The scent was faded but it was still one that he'd never forget...

He looked up at Alistair for a moment then looked back down at the stew to start eating again, "I take it that Nashirr showed up?" he asked simply, not really showing any other visible reaction to the possibility.

Inside, however, he was thinking hard and considering his next move. Truthfully, he could shift over to his tiger form and disappear into the countryside where it would be very difficult to track him down. He couldn't go anywhere else since portals here were few and far between, meaning practically non-existent. He'd come here to die, to be honest. He had no plans on being taken back and he'd make sure of it no matter what it took. There were still a few things here that he hadn't hunted yet, things that would most likely kill him.

Then again... He'd made the deal with Alistair... So what to do...

For now, he waited to find out what Alistair had to say...

Dev listened as he ate then surprised himself when he realized that his bowl was empty again. This time, he didn't remember eating. But he finally put his spoon down and got to his feet to lean back against the table with his arms and ankles crossed.

To be honest, at times like this Dev looked like one of the angels in one of Marlowe's plays. Even the one where he got his name. But it was certainly a Fallen Angel. There was truly nothing holy about what he looked like and he knew it. In fact, he looked like a piece of dangerous dessert at the moment. And he wasn't bothering to hide the dangerous part these days.

He gave a nod, "Heading to the demon realm sounds like a good idea. Cynthia could certainly use the support right now. Although, my advice would be to give Gypsy a wide berth if Lareth went through with his promise to her," he said with a shrug before going silent for a moment of thought.

Dev wasn't much of a thinker most of the time and he enjoyed that status. But sometimes, one just had to think before speaking.

He finally ran a hand through his hair and raised his mismatched eyes to look at Alistair, "If you want to know what I do about the other... All you have to do is ask..." he paused briefly then decided to give up a piece of it for now, though anything else Alistair would have to ask for, "Truth is... I am dangerous... Even as a cub I was dangerous... For now, I'll give you this much, but you'll have to ask for the rest: I have two other felines in me. I've never shifted to them. They've been suppressed somehow and would have stayed that way as long as I stayed on Sebastet's island. Now? I have no idea when they'll show up. But I do know that everyone will fear them when they do..." he gave that much then turned to collect his bowl, "I'll put this in the sink then go get ready to go," he said with a shrug and left, knowing that Alistair would need a bit of a think on that information.

One more form could be one of the ancestors to the tigers or one of the variations. But two? And both of them something that everyone would fear? That was a hefty weight to carry around... It was no wonder that Dev had gone looking for someone to kill him...

He put his bowl in the sink as promised then headed to make sure his bag was still packed. Only then did he move to finish getting dressed, giving a slight hiss when the silver barbed wire on the back of his coat dug into his back. That would help for a bit, but he wasn't sure how much longer he had...

While Dev understood the challenge he presented, he also knew that keeping him contained was going to present more of a challenge than Alistair was going to expect. There was a reason that he'd been kept locked down for so long...

But he let it go for now. The time would come soon enough...

For now, he simply shrugged his duffel bag and put his hand in Alistair's, "Whenever you are... Just keep in mind the warnings I gave you when we started this... I really can't stay out of trouble," he warned him, feeling that it was only fair to give the warning...

Then he simply closed his eyes for the trip.