[Silverin]

Hans managed to get out of town just in a nick of time before that man had tried to turn him into the officers who were searching for him. Fleeing to the mountains that were covered in thick coats of winters white. This had made it dangerous, at any moment on his way up here Hans could have ended up buried by snow or had fallen to his death but at least a little luck seemed to be with him. He leaned his back up against the walls of the Shrine keeping off the main path, in an attempt to avoid any unwanted attention. Although to anyone with a good nose and a good set of eyes his presence was extremely apparent, since he had tracked a large amount of blood up with him. The blood had come from the gaping knife wound in his neck, which was taking a toll on him.

When he noticed the coast was clear he relaxed letting him self slowly slide down the wall he was leaning up against. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult and the blood running down his shirt was freezing to his skin. He felt feverish and sick, yet his skin was freezing cold. The blood loss was causing his body to tremble making his movements increasingly sluggish and erratic. He gasped for what little air his blood filled lungs would allow, touching his trembling hand to his neck and then raising it in front of his own face. "How... annoying. How quickly... Sings can turn." He growled as he looked at the deep crimson liquid covering his hand. Placing his hand back in the snow beside him, Hans looked up at the sky.

That man had taken the egg he was working with away but in turn Hans managed to get a bit of his DNA. This was one of the only good things that had happen to him. He could use the DNA to replace what he lost. Now if only he could find a suitable paragon as well to experiment on but he had to deal with the matter at hand first. He scowled a bit as he pulled out a needle and thread and crudely stitched the gaping wound closed. This was to preserve what little blood he had left in him, he was lucky he was no longer really human. He had no time to take his coat he just vacated his lab and home like had done so many times before. Hans knew he had to get out of the cold and find some proper equipment to treat his wounds with. Although he willed his body to move the best he could do was stumble at this point.

[Middy]

Blood... there was no mistaking the sweet rusted scent of the crimson liquid. Vainglory sniffed at the air again licking his lips in anticipation. It was human... from what he could tell. He spread his long bony wings out and flew up into the air looking for what was bleeding so profusely, then he spotted it. Below him was a man in a lab coat that was splotched with the sanguine fluid. His ruby eyes lit up and his pupils turned to slits, he rubbed his snake-like tongue over his fangs growing excited at the sight of vulnerable prey. He landed close enough to be in range, but also far away enough so that the man could not hear or see him.

Outright attacking someone was not the way Vain went about things. He always chose a different method, yes, he wanted to earn this man's trust before carrying on with his ulterior motives. It was always in a Demon's nature to be manipulative and deceitful. Being ages old and a top general for Lord Faust, this nature came easilly to Vain. He wrapped his spaded thorny tail around himself with a curious smirk. This man wasn't ordinary, that was true enough. What really caught his eye was how he was dressed, there was no doubt in his mind that he was a scientist.. like him.

Not wanting to frighten the injured man then subsequently confuse him right away saying he was a demon who was a scientist, Vainglory decided to take on his human form. His dark clothes were replaced with a clean white lab-coat, complete with slacks, a tie, and dress shirt and ornamented with a belt with various bottles and vials. He also had large goggles fixed with wires, and a strange gauntlet with glowing blue tubes protruding from it. He pushed his glasses up on his face and prepared for an act.

He crept over being careful enough not to be seen just yet, then jumped off a short cliff so that he sat at the edge of the path up to the shrine. He put on his best smile and headed up, finally meeting the man in question. He faked a shocked expression and ran over to him, "Sir.. sir! Are you still in there? You need medical attention right away!" he looked back and forth and then to the shrine, "Come with me, at least I can get you somewhere out of the cold."

[Silverin]

In another rather clumsy attempt to stand up, Hans pressed his back up against the wall and pushed him self up on to his feet with his fading strength. He had managed to place his hand on a small patch of ice on the shrines wall causing him to loose his grip on the wall and fall back into the snow. He gave a shallow growl and went to attempt it again but paused when his ears picked up on snow crunching under some ones feet. He glanced off towards the path that led to the entrance of the shrine, his duel coloured eyes scanning the snow covered scenery. Once he has assured that it was likely just snow shifting on the mountains, he turned his attention back to getting up. The process was slow and painful but it was do or die under these conditions.

In this attempt he had managed to get about half way up, when his ears had picked up on the noise again. He paused allowing him self to slide down the wall and turned his attention back to the paths. What he saw both surprised and startled him, a strange man dressed in a lab coat was running towards him offering him help. Hans scowl unpleased that someone had seen him. He did not want help from another even if he needed it. To him getting help was seen as great risk in such a weakened state allowing people to quickly take advantage of him. His suspicion only increased his anxiety and urges to escape. Hans knew that trying to run in the sorry state he was in was like a bird trying to fly with out its feathers.

The voices in his head to start up, feeding off his anxiety saying “He’s going to get you. You coward! Run away. Kill him! It’s your fault.” Trying his best to ignore the voices he turned his attention to the strange man. “Go avay… I don’t need anyvones help.” He growled at the stranger aggressively managing to pull him self away from him a little. Hans wanted to put at least a little space between them just in case he was planning to try anything. As an extra precaution he placed one of his hands under the folds of his coat and grew out his long black claws.

[Middy]

Vain wasn't the least bit startled to see the injured man's reaction, just like a wounded animal is prone to bite when hurt, so is a human to lash out when they are in pain. He looked over the man's wounds, carefully taking in the full extent of the damage of each one. This man needed some serious medical attention right away, and if he didn't get it then he was sure to die here and have scavengers pick at his lifeless body. In his starved state he wanted his meal alive and kicking, and at least healed enough to fight back. Vain enjoyed the thrill of overpowering someone weaker then him, and humans were the easiest prey he could imagine.

Now for his predicament, here he was trying to approach an injured man who was obviously lying about needed help, and here he was trying to pull the innocent act of a good semeritan who just wants to try and help. He would need to plot out his next words and actions carefully, any other time as his Demon self he would have just attacked him with no question or at the very least force him to accept help. Maybe he could find a way to combine the two.

Vain held out his hand to the man again with a sweet smile across his face, to anyone else this would have looked like the most peaceful man offering help to someone in need, but more then likely the injured scientist would have seen him as a threat or annoyance. "If you stay out here any longer you will catch your death, I can at least help you inside so you are not in this raging blizzard anymore. It's warm in there if anything," he was pretty sure he would get an insult or another hostile reply from the injured man but braced himself for anything he had to throw back at him.

If worst came to worst he would just end up hoisting him over his back and dragging him inside the shrine. Even when he was still a General of the army some injured soldiers would be just as stubborn, and using kind words or coaxing them didn't always work. Demons are inheritantly stubborn and fierce, so force was one thing that worked the best when they were hurt. With a human however, he would try both methods out first to see which one would work the best in this scenario.

[Silverin]

Hans watched this stranger carefully, bearing his teeth in a threatening scowl. From what he could tell this man was not likely a human, judging from the fact he was not dressed for the weather and there was something odd about him. If he was human, he was likely a crazy one. What ever he was Hans knew full well this man was not likely to leave him be. Even if he did lash out at him, he was not guaranteed to be left alone. Attacking or scaring him would be so much easier if he took the form of a beast but he was hesitant. He did not wish to become the centre of some wild mythical beast hunt or even be attacked himself since he had no idea if this man had a gun or not. Even if he did have a gun on him, he had no idea how he would react to having a toxic monster about the size of a bus staring him down. It was better to play it safe and use the shadows. At least he could blame that on something else or the area. Although if this man could manipulate the darkness as well or even able to pinpoint their roots back to him, he could be in shit up to his eye balls.

He took another shaky step back as the man held out his hand to him again, letting a hiss trough his clenched teeth fallowed by a fit of coughing. Irritated by this jester of kindness, he was going to push his hand away but paused to listen to the man’s words of warning. He was right. He was likely to meet his end in this icy mountain as far as he knew, though this man knew nothing about Lore’s shadows or Ray. At any moment if he was truly endanger they would likely come to his aid. Despite knowing they would likely come, there was this tiny thread of fear inside him that kept telling him that they would leave him to die. If they did leave him to die, maybe it was for the better or possibly they knew something he did not.

After a long pause he weighted his options, let out a sigh and took his hand. “Fine... Your not going to leave me be, even if I continue to refuse your offer.” He growled as his legs stated to shake more violently. He did not like this supposed kindness, there did not seem to be a reason behind it or anything to justify it as far as he could tell. This made him even more untrusting of him, but Hans figured he mise well let him take him out of this bitter coldness and into the warmth at least. Once there could think of something to get himself away from this man. The maze like structure of the buildings internals would be the best place to use the shadows without possibly drawing his attention right away.

He paused in his thoughts as he tried to take a step forward and slipped falling face first into the stranger’s chest. Hans groaned, embarrassed by this awkward action and then glanced up at his face for a moment before looking away again. “I suppose I need a little more zhan a hand…” He muttered as he found his legs refusing to work but still shaking.

[Middy]

This man took a hesitant agreement to be helped, Vain wasn't sure if it really was kindness that won him over or his desperation to keep himself alive. It could have been both for all he knew, but at least he was getting somewhere with him. The smell of the other's blood was starting to drive him a little crazy, the thought that he was wounded... bleeding... weak... this of course would had been any other Demon's dream to have such an easy feast, just a quick gash to the throat and the devouring of the soul would have satisfied them in a heartbeat. Vain didn't want that, and tried hard to shove away the urge to do that himself. The scientist wasn't helping him fight these urges with his trembling body either, his legs almost ready to give out and collapsing face first into the snow... He was hungry for a soul, but not desperate enough to throw away his own morals and honor for a quick easy meal.

Vain saw the man attempt to move but ended in failure as he fell against his chest, Vain's lightning fast reflexes let him catch him so he didn't completely fall over. Seeing this pathetic sight made him chuckle softly, not caring if the other got a bit mad for doing so. As far as he considered he was in too deep with him anyway, he accepted his help and he was going to get it. Simple as that. "I can see you aren't very suited to walking right now either~" he grabbed onto him and hoisted him up in an almost bridal style way of carrying him.

Vain turned towards the entryway into the shrine and headed over, wanting to get out of the cold just as much as his future prey was. At least in there he could try and fix him up as much as possible so he didn't end up dying on him. Vain groaned as he trekked through the snow and harsh blizzard, although the entry wasn't far off the biting wind and snow made it feel so much further away. He silently cursed to himself, wanting to be in his demon form to make this trek easier then having to rely on a petty human body.

At last he got them inside and headed to the nearest room where no ice or snow penetrated. Vain gave a sigh of releif and put the other down against the wall so he could rest himself at least. He looked down at him and smiled softly, hoping that his help was at least appreciated now.  "I know this first room is a little bare, but at least we are away from the elements for now," he stretched out and yawned then began to fiddle with his strange gauntlet, "Oh and if you are still able to function enough, what is your name? Mine is Vainglory... a sort of nickname given to me," okay maybe that last part was made up, but the man didn't need to know that right now.. or ever for that matter. He would just end up being prey later on.

[Silverin]

Hans shot the man an irritated look in response to the soft chuckle he could hear in the ear that was placed against the stranger’s chest. It was easy to tell that he was chuckling at his almost helpless state, which bothered Hans causing him to stiffen a little. He wanted to pull away but his legs would not allow it. He gave a low threatening beast like growl that rumbled in his throat like the sound of rolling thunder, his pupils turned into vertical slits and for a moment he was considering on taking a bite out of the stranger but this show of fear aggression was all but swept away, replaced with a shocked expression as he found him self being grabbed and pulled up into his arms. His face which was growing paler with each passing minute was now was dusted with the soft pinkish hue of a faint blush of embarrassment as he was cradled like a bride in the man’s arms.

He was tempted to struggle in his arms but a good blast of cold icy air mixed with the piecing pain of snow that hit his face forced him to change his mind. He buried his face into the warmth of the stranger’s chest without thinking, digging his fingers into the man’s white lab coat as he clung to him. He had not realized how much the side of the building had shielded him from the full brunt of the wind and snow. His only concern at the moment though was to keep the wind swept snow from stinging his face until they got into the shrine. Thinking at least he was not the one who had to walk through the deepening snow drifts, carry a wounded man and face the relentless force of the wind.

As they entered, the warmth of the interior of the shrine hit his exposed skin coxing him to lift his head from the man’s breast to glance around, loosening his grip on him. Now that he had been released from the numbing sensation of the snow and wind, he quickly realized how cold and clammy his body had become. He had been chilled to his core, intensifying the sensation that his stomach had something rolling around in it. If he was still totally human he would be a dead man, encased in a coffin of ice, deposited in the nearest glacier or discovered after spring thaw. Another bonus to not being completely human was that he managed to escape this with out any traces of frost bite on the extremities of his body. Hans knew that he had not suffered any as far as he could feel but it was likely that this man was still going to strip him down and look him over just to be safe.

He gave a bit of a growl when he was shifted but was happy to finally be put down. A little surprised at how gently he had placed him against the wall. Although he was beginning to appreciate the help, Hans still looked back at him with sharp questioning eyes but his expression had softened. His smile puzzled him but also irritated him. He still felt he had not earned it or even that it was gifted to him. Hans wanted to give a growl but stopped as he realized the blood that was frozen over his wound and on his chest had begun to thaw, soaking his shirt and lab coat. Giving a good growl would only cause blood to start flowing through the gaps in his crude stitches, which was not something he really needed.

Hans adjusted his position as he listened, his arms shaking beneath him as he pushed him self up. “I… I am Hans and I am…still able to…function.” He groaned as he watched him fiddled with the gauntlet. “Such an odd name…or even nick name…Vainglory.” He said as he closed his eyes and let his head drop, almost like he was going to pass out or had passed out, as he began to think of how exactly to escape from Vain.