Ruin began to settle nicely into his spot of the earth. His head tilted back to lean against the remnants of the shattered log and talons gently began to comb through his hair. Starting with the bottom of the long ebony tendrils before slowly working his way to the thicker, feather-like layers around his skull. A sigh of leisure escaped his lips as he finished rotating his shoulder cuffs to crackle. His arms felt weightless without the constant tug of his steel chains. As he was about to lick the wounds on his wrist Ichabod surprised him by saying something along the lines that he’d be the demon’s bitch. If he had eyes they would have flown open in a look of perplexity. He uncomfortably shifted as the man continued to rattle on and on that he wasn’t a sexual deviant, just look at him and you’d see he wasn’t, as he set the tinder to flame.<br/>“Yes well, if I could actually see you maybe your statement would mean something to me human. But I do still have ears and would like to keep those so please shut up.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">’Weird human…’</span>He thought drowsily, twisting his toes near the growing flames while licking at his wrists. A waft of an awful stench reached his nose while grooming himself that made Ruin grimace. He lifted an arm and got a whiff of body order mixed with the remnants of being stuck in that cramped, little cage for so long. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> Disgusting. I reek like their filth and sweat. I’ll have to find a pool tomorrow to bathe—</span>’ “So when I’m uncomfortable, that makes you uncomfortable too?” Ruin’s thoughts were cut short when Ichabod began speaking again. His ears pointing down in irritation. “I’m afraid this relationship isn’t going to be terribly pleasant for you. Stuff tends to happen to me, although never anything really serious. I think the universe would get bored if I died. But I have a habit of getting thrown into rivers, falling off buildings, being punched by jealous wives -- that sort of thing.”<br/><br/>Now that got a real laugh out of Ruin. His chest heaved with a handsome laugh and fangs clacked against one another as he slapped a palm to his knee. “Ugh, I would love to see that human. Just another reason to get my eyes back from the Fat Bastard…” His expression grew dark at the thought but he shrugged the impending rage to say coolly, “Yes, when you feel pain or extreme emotional changes, I will know. Minor things if you’re getting chilled or are a little pissed off will only bother me for the next few days since our bond is fresh. With long amounts of time I’ll grow numb to feeling anything from you unless we do an old ritual. A rekindling of our bond to make a stronger connection through secret means. And that I will never do with a human, so don’t even try to order me.” He waved at hand at the man in a rude gesture. Sniffing he began to curl up on the ground and support his head with the crook of his right arm.<br/><br/>Right as he felt blissful sleep approaching Ichabod spoke again. “Listen,” “HUMAN DO YOU NOT SLEEP?!” Ruin growled wanting to strangle his master who was giving him a weird tickling sensation in his neck with whatever emotion he was feeling and annoying the fuck out of him with more talking. Then Ichabod offered his bed to him. Ruin opened and closed his maw, mouth twitching in an almost smirk, as he pushed himself off the ground. “Are you in heat?” Ruin said with a dark chuckle, raising an eyebrow. He heard Ichabod squirm and the sensation is his neck intensified. He thought it’d be enjoyable to make the human squirm so he crawled around the flames until he felt Ichabod’s breath on his face.<br/><br/>“You did say you’d be my bitch, is this why you enslaved me?” His words were cruel and venomous but he made no move to touch Ichabod. Instead he moved to the other side of the roll and laid on the dirt, a few inches from the roll. “I don’t need your sympathy. I’ll lay here to give off enough heat to keep you warm on the other side of the fire. I’m only doing this so you don’t keep me awake tonight and if you dare touch me…” His voice fell a few octaves into something feral and dangerous. “I’ll rip your arm despite the consequences for myself. Now shut up and sleep.” He flopped his head on his arms releasing a yawn similar to a cat’s and quickly fell asleep. As swiftly as blowing out a candle…<br/><br/>((Feel free to set up the morning scene too and use Ruin's character a bit if you'd like to make it easier than tip-toeing around his character! I'll adapt to it. :) Love rping with ya. ))