The young male was comfortably lounging in his cottage home. The soft crackling of fire could be heard as he gave a soft yawn and slowly ambled around his home. There was a tired expression on his face as he walked pass his familiar, Nyra , a beautiful melanistic barn own - the owl simply cooing a greeting to him as he gave her a quick chin scratch. He moved to his storage room and grabbed some fruit he had be storing and began munching on it. A short shiver crossed his spine and he grumbled annoyed, he loved winter but it had been exceptionally cold this time round. And so to combat this he went to his room and got a thickly furred coat out along with a warm cotton shirt and cotton pants. He took off his rather sheer gown and put on his shirt and pants. He then proceed to put on warm socks and then his heeled boots. And then finally his coat with gloves and a scarlet scarf and a warm hat. He needed to go into town to get a few items and possibly sell some potions on the black market to earn a few precious pennies.

He covered his face rather well before opening the door. He groaned as he was assaulted by the gust of icy wind, it nearly taking out the fire in his hearth. He grabbed his messenger bag that was on a hook by the door before walking out . He began walking in the way towards town. He was a possibly a couple miles away from his home when the sound of wolves howling caught his ears. That was interesting he thought to himself, but he continued walking , but what caused him to stop was the sound of yelping wolves. He furrowed his brows, had they tussled with a big angry animal or such? They possibly couldn't have found that annoying person that had been tracking him. He resolved to ignore the commotion but it was clear he was getting closer to the source of the commotion. He was mortified when he spotted vermillion drops of blood staining the pure snow, and it seemed to be a mixture of human and wolf blood. That was concerning and so he continued to find that the scuffle had found itself to the well known cliff that was on this side of the forest. However, his face paled as he saw that someone was in the bottom of the cliff. Without thinking he used the wind to gracefully carry him down the cliff side to the poor soul that was down there.

He examined the person. They were in a terrible state. Clothes were shredded and the person has minor and major wounds. He softly patted the face of the person, "Hello, sir? Sir, can you hear me?" He spoke trying to jar the man, and he shook him a few times but nothing. "He's unconscious," he murmured to himself. And he sighed to himself, looks like he was taking in another stray. And he carefully examined the person, noting the weapons and the formerly pristine clothing, but his eyes narrowed at the sight of the Hunter's Sigil. So a Witch Hunter had been following him. He wanted to leave the man to freeze and succumb to his wounds, but he knew in the back of his mind he couldn't do it. Even if his parents told him too. He let out an exasperated sigh as he began his work, he noted the stick stuck between the mans leg and he grimaced at the sight. That looks pretty bad , he thought to himself, and so he took a deep breath before quickly taking the stick out and pushing it away along with the log. The sound of the stick exiting the flesh was mortifying, and before he could think, the blood started gushing and without a second thought he used his scarf to secure the wound for now, and closing his eyes. He used the smal heat he had to cause the patch of snow around them to melt. And once melted, he controlled the water and the droplets began to come together and then spun quickly until a bright flash of light could be seen. He had used the water to make a portal back to his home.

Using telekinesis he lifted the man up along with his items and guided him through the portal, and he walked through the portal himself and once through he closed the portal, and then placed the man on the bed in his spare room. And in the spare room he snapped his fingers and caused the candles to come to life. And he began taking the clothes off the man, he took the tattered shirt off and then the ruined pants leaving the man in what undergarments he had on. Taking the bloodstained clothing he put them in a basket, but hung up his cloak since it was relatively untouched. And he began to deal with the wounds of said man. He used a golden healing potion on the major wound - the one on his leg, while the flesh and blood were gone it would still ache for a while. And he took normal methods of cleaning the gashes and marks on his arms and chest with warm water and cloth. And using a salve on the wounds and wrapped them with gauze.

He began yawning by the time he finished all of that, he noted the sun was beginning to go down - and he huffed annoyed by that. So he quickly dressed the man in a warm shirt and pants and covered him under the blankets (after he had changed the sheets of course) and gave him a comfy pillow. And he placed the mama boots by his bedside and blew out the candles in the room so the man could rest peacefully. Briar yawned again and began stretching- he really lost his entire day for helping a stranger and now he was hungry. So he began to cook rabbit stew, taking out the rabbit meat, leeks, garlic, salt , pepper and paprika along with carrots and potatoes. As he got to cooking the house filled with the delicious aroma and he hummed as he cooked and soon the food was prepared. He covered his cooking pot and snuffed out the flame , after using a ladle to make himself a bowl. And then he grabbed a book and made his way to his sofa. He soon finished eating and then after doing the dishes and locking up the Hunter's weapons he settled on his couch again and opened his book and began reading.

Briar

The young man was rather engrossed in his book, that he didn't notice the waking of the stranger . Briar was damn well tired and annoyed - he took in a stranger and lost his whole day just by caring for him. Curse Circe for giving him an empathetic heart at times, and he least out a small him as he continued reading. He didn't hear the throat clearing of the other man, and was rather out of tune with the world at the moment. However, what caught his attention was the sound of a foreign voice - and turning his head he saw the stranger coming towards him after asking a question of where was his stuff. And before he could respond he found his book ripped away from him and himself pinned against the wall in his home. In any other situation the person doing this would've been struck by lighting for even daring to be so hostile and rude after his kindness. But this was a Hunter so he couldn't really do that right now unless he wanted dead, even if the guy didn't have his weapons he'd find a way to try and kill him. He gave an annoyed hiss and dug his long nails into the guys arm that was preventing him from speaking. If this guy was gonna make him out to be a bitch - then so be it, he would be a major bitch to him.

His mother didn't raise a bitch. So he may have a pretty face and not be as strong or buff as other guys but he can sure as hell beat someone the fuck up without his powers . By stabbing the guy with his nails it would cause pain - and in that instant he used it to slip from the man's grip and using his leg , he delivered a swift sweeping kick and knocked the later down, and then he ended up straddling the guy, and taking the guys arms he pinned them above said guys head on the ground. A stern and annoyed expression was on his face, and his face was flushed red whether it be from being flustered from being pinned to a wall or being annoyed by this ungrateful man - he would never know. However , when his skin had the faint redness on it one could see the freckles that littered his skin much better and saw how it adds to his beauty.

"Listen here , asshole." He said - his grip tightening on the guys arms firmly, and his face close to the other man's- he didn't realize it but his lips barely brushed the Hunter below him as he ranted, "You don't get to get saved from immediate death and then ruff up your savior. You were at the bottom of a cliff, and I so happened to be making my way to town to run a few errands that I came up on you. It was a struggle getting you back here. I lost my whole day helping your ass you, so you should be grateful, not waking up being aggressive and shit."
His hair was probably brushing against the other man as he ranted. A faint lavander scent coming from it. Briar's golden eyes gave the man a glare before deeply sighing and releasing the guy from his grip and folding his arms in a menacing manner, still not aware of the rather adventageous position he was in on top of the man.

"The name is Briar. I am a medic who lives alone out here. " It was a lie, from time to time he did help with his magical potions in foreign lands, but as of late he had been laying low. " Your stuff is locked away in a safe place. As for your clothes , your cloak was hung up by your bedside and your shirt and pants were torn to shreds and bloodied so they were promptly burned. You were out for about the whole day. Now can I trust you not to man handle me in my house, buster? " he said giving another sharp glare and then standing up. He then used his strength to help the other man up and let him sit on the couch.

He huffed saying, "Now, what the hell were you doing out here. This side of the woods is prone to terrible blizzards and you nearly got caught in one! " he reprimanded in an annoyed tone as he went to his cooking pot and fixed a bowl of stew and grabbed some fresh baked bread for the man, and grabbing a spoon. He gave the man the food before continuing his rant, "Now who are you, and what's your name since you asked mine. And don't give me bullshit, you could've messed up my wall with your roughness." He gave a small pout at the last sentence.

And dramatically he plopped into an empty chair, "I'm too tired for this shit." He mumbled rubbing his eyes.

Briar

Briar dealing with this man - expecting a full on scuffle with him. However he was perplexed to find a smug smirk on the man's face for some reason. And he had frowned a bit trying to realize why. Then he realized the very compromising position that had been in. And the man seemed to had enjoyed it as it didn't stop him from placing a hand on his thigh. That move had caused Briar ears to burn red, when was the last time a person had touched him so intimately - hell, when was the last time he brought a guy home or had fun. Get your mind out of the gutter , damnit , he thought to himself .

"And no. I didn't. I didn't want to risk you waking up alone in my house. It takes me a couple days to journey to town anyways, so this is just a mild inconvenience." He deadpanned, but then snark ran through his next words, "if you picked up a stranger from near death and they had weapons on them would you not lock the weapons up for fear of them killing you in your sleep or it being some sick strategy to get to you? " he muttered the last words under his breath, "I may be empathetic but I'm not stupid.." and he rolled his eyes at the male Howver when the words turned venomous he bit right back, "Don't you boy me, asshole. I may not be as well built like fuckin' tank like you - but I can still hold my own." One could see a underlying fierceness within those golden eyes of his if they looked closer, and if they didn't they'd very soon find out about it if they managed to piss him off or screw him over. And that was a promise.

He then looked down again to see a shit eating grin on his face. What made it worse was how attractive the man under him was. Not to mention the tossoled hair plus the smirk did things to him. Why did he suddenly get butterflies, and he could feel himself growing redder by the second. And then he could feel a flower starting to grow near the bun of his hair. Shit.Shit.Shit. He was panicking, this was a Witch Hunter and flowers sprouting from someone's hair when they were flustered was not something human. But it was fortunate for him the said flower could not be seen. If he saw what flower it was he would've been screaming even more, it was a pretty swirly pink - ranunculus flower that meant "I Am Dazzled By Your Charms."

After helping the guy up, the man continued to snark him. And he had to give a slight annoyed huff at that, "If I was half-dead and someone found me I would at least want them to have the decency to throw away my rags. Not to mention your clothes were beyond me being able to repair them with a needle - otherwise I would've rather done that than give you my extra clothing.." and he gave a small sigh at the next few words, "yeah, I do want to trust you. But I get your skepticism as well, so no hard feelings I guess." And he gave a simple shrug.

"Why would you want to wonder the woods alone unless you're hunting some sort of game." He retorted sassily placing his hand on his hips, "I mean the wolves should be hunting the caribou and elk that roam these parts. Wolves are naturally shy creatures so them attacking people is rather low , unless you were near their den. And even then any person could tell the weather wasn't right for a hunt and you should take shelter."

And he gave a mock gasp at him saying the lands weren't owned, "True, but that still doesn't make sense for you to be all the way out here. The next Kingdom is miles out if that's where you're headed." He said lazily as ambled around making the strangers bowl , " it'll probably be a day or two before what little roads or pathways in these woods clear up before you'll be able to go out. And me picking up strangers, I'm too empathetic for my own good - I was tempted to let you freeze but I wouldn't want anyone to do that to me to I took pity and brought you here."

The young man had made himself some tea to warm himself up, and he sat curled up in his chair watching the other guy eat. And he gave a soft smile at the man saying thank you.

"Tolkon, that's a nice name." He said rather politely.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The stranger seemed to be changing his tune a bit, and he was how do you say attractive as well. He sipped his drink, and he nearly choked at the words that came from the man's mouth. Damn, was he being flirted with? Was that allowed? How dare he be so smooth? He had to blink his eyes a good few times to recover from that comment, but he could play the game as well.

Game on.

"Hm, we'll have to see about that. " he replied back his tone of voice silky and a bit airy, and he unconsciously slid down in his seat and lay his legs over the armrest of the chair he was in, " Treat me better and I might consider it. Mmmm, maybe throw in a dinner and I'll see what I can do. " He said giving the male a smile. "And besides I'm a bit more... demanding."

He had to giggle at the man mentioning his nails. A mischievous grin crossed his face, before he spoke, "Aw, I didn't think a little pain would turn you away from me." He said mock pouting , "besides.." he says flexing his pretty nails, "they have other useful purposes ..." he let the statement linger for a moment before taking a sip of his tea and purposely eyeing the man for his response.

Briar

Briar had to give an offended huff from his seat and his cheeks puffed out a bit in annoyance like they usually did when he was annoyed by someone or about to reply with something snarky. "Okay, sue me. You live in the woods alone, and you're on the way to the town when you hear wolves yelping and then next thing you know you're seeing blood. Of course I was intrigued , it's not everyday some random guy survives getting mauled by wolves and then falling off a cliff." He felt his cheeks heat up but not redden at the mention of being pinned , "That was uncalled for though , but I guess I give you a pass since you woke up in a forgone place. " He adjusted his seat and tilted in head in surprise and raised a dark colored brow, "You would've left if you woke up in house all alone? " he sounded rather skeptical, "please, as if I'd believe that. Most people would either rob the joint or lurk for the owner to come back before murdering them and I wasn't having either scenerio. And I know it sounds paranoid but people are freakin' crazy at times, I remember I had a creepy neighbor once, he thought it was appropriate to lay dead sheep around my house as a form of greeting and welcoming me. It was creepy as fuck and I firmly believe he broke into my house at least twice, but I could never get the proof. Still gives me chills to this day." And he gave a small shiver at the memory.

"Let the stranger fight you? In your own house? What is this a survival of the fittest type shit. That's absurd . " he gave a slight ey narrow at the mention of him being territorial, it was so quick one would have had to be studying him intently to notice it, "Oh boo-hoo I bruised your big man ego by saving you. And I don't just go around saving folks just so you know," but his nose crinkled a bit, if one knew him that would indicate he's telling a half-lie. It was true he didn't go around saving random people, he saved people from different Kingdoms as he could and sometimes he chose not to help or he couldn't help. And at the mention of him getting red he gave a really loud dramatic gasp, "All right tree bark. So what I got red, nothings wrong with that. At least I can appreciate what's in front of me." He said in an offended tone. The man was handsome and he wasn't gonna act like he wasn't or that his flirty comments didn't get to him because they sure as hell did. And he gave a sassy flip of his hair to emphasize his point.

He then gave the most horrified expression one could give at the mention of his clothing, " I am assuming your mother and grandmother did not give your that horribly stiff and sheer shirt to wear out in winter weather not to mention the poor quality materials it was made of - laughable. The only quality items you had on were those boots and that cape. Why would you even wear such clothing in this type of weather it's dangerous." He would probably end up ranting about how the designer of the clothes needed to be struck down but of course he couldn't say that out loud, but he gave a rather pensive expression when he mentioned just having his knife. It wasn't that much of a request, and if he was in a strange house he'd like to have a weapon to defend himself if he needed to as well. He got up and went to the locked chest where the weapons were and found the knife and took it out but not before locking the rest of the weapons up and putting the key away. He placed the knife on the table for the man to get as a silent answer to his request.

Now it was his turn to pout a bit, "Hey, if you live in the woods you gotta know these things. How else am I going to survive if I don't know the behaviors of the animals out here. It keeps me safe and I like being safe. He rollled his eyes at the mention of him possibly being a wanted thief, "Oh really then master thief. I have no alliance to the Crown so that's none of my business. I saw nothing, and I say nothing." He replied coolly but he sort of stiffened at the mention of wizards, "what's so bad about wizards?" He said with a innocent tone, he honestly wanted to know what was so fucking bad about them that humans decided to hunt them for sport, "if you were a wizard I'd take you in the same. My home is a safe spot for anyone ." He said with a slight edge to his voice but he managed to take it out. And he stirred his tea while looking at the male, but he blinked in surprise when the man mentioned he was looking for someone. A slight frown appearing and then it dawned on Briar, he meant him - after all he was the only witch in these woods (that he knew of at least.)

"Looking for someone?" He said with a raised brow, "sounds rather exciting I guess. I hope you find what you're looking for once you're healed and rested up of course."

He was surprise when the man gave a softer tone and mentioned how he called his clothes rags, " Hey, the only reason I called them rags was they were torn to bits . My guy, you fought of wolves and fell off a cliff and then a branch impaled your leg. Had to use my best scarf to keep your blood from just spilling. It was quite scary honestly." But then he gave the man a soft yet stern expression when he mentioned that he should've just let him stay there. He gave a soft sigh before putting his tea down and taking the moment to slap the guy upside his head.

"Done moping? Good because right now you're gonna wipe that attitude out of your head. I don't know what you've gone through to make you feel like your life is so meaningless or that you don't even deserve a bit of kindness but that changes right now. I'm only gonna say this once and I'm not repeating it: You sir are a bad bitch, not many could survive wolves or a cliff fall with the grace and dignity you did. " and he poked his chest for affirmation, "you are worth it. You are handsome, all the girls and guys must fall at your feet. You most likely are talented in some sort of way, I really don't know. But lastly, fuck those pretentious assholes who made you fell like you're easily replaceable, you're not, got it. Now I don't want to hear you talking about dying again unless you want me to slap some more sense into you." He said with a firm fierceness that dared the man to argue with him on this and his golden eyes blazed with a fury at whoever his handler, bosses, or whatever the fuck he called them and how the treated Tolkon.

He was so enraptured in his thoughts when the guest he had turned flirty again. But this time he pulled out all the stops, the voice and the intentions behind his words. He could feel his cheeks burning again, and under the light one could see his freckles better on his skin. Briar had to chew the inside of his cheek a bit, he really didn't know how to respond to the male but he definitely wasn't opposed to what he had suggested.

" Maybe.." he said said regaining his composure, " I wouldn't be opposed to testing that theory." He said with a silky tone and a bit of a flirtatious grin.

"Oh haha. Well I guess you could call this a dinner." He said thinking about it with a mock serious face, and he gave a playful coo saying, "Oh my. Getting soft on me now, are we." He said with a playful snicker.

But he was shocked to find the male leaning forward with such a flirtatious speech. And he had to give a coy giggle before placing a painted finger on his lips, "Down boy" he said with an uncommonly silky and sultry tone of his own, "It seems someone is eager. Maybe you'll find out once you're better, after all you don't need me jacking up your back more than it has be, do we, now?" And he gave the male a flirtatious smirk of his own before moving his finger and tapping his nose gently, "You're cute when you're red." And he gave a mischievous giggle as he got up to go fix the hearth since the firewood was running low.

"Oh, and the name's Briar. My apologies for telling it to you sooner, my lord." He said with a playful tone and mock bow. He then proceed to bend over to grab three pieces of fire wood. And then crouch in the vicinity of Tolkon's view. And he placed the wood in and messed around with it for a few minutes before the fire was back to normal again. If Tolkon hadn't been paying attention before then this should've given him a chance to appreciate the beauty and rather alluring figure of his host.

Briar yawned and stretched a bit , "I'm gonna draw my self a bath and get washed up. Once I get done Ill come check on your bandages it should be time to change them out. And the guest room is yours, and there and spare sheets and extra blankets and towels for your use. And also the restroom in there is also for your use. Did you need anything else before I came back?"