Thread: The War's Beginning -- Mali and Skies

What a feisty little creature. The death of Delphine's friend would impact the rest of her life, but in a few days time, Elias would have forgotten the scene altogether. What he would remember was how angrily Delphine fought against the bars to get to him. It was a little comedic. They surely burned but she was so angry at the little comment that she was willing to harm herself to get to him. Of course, he was out of reach. Eli wasn't stupid enough to stand right next to the bars when she noticed him standing there. Other vampires had been stupid enough to test the wolves and shared the same fate. Delphine was especially dangerous. Being raised by his father as a prized fighter, Eli wasn't going to test anything. She'd handled executions of vampires he'd known of in the past and he didn't want her to catch him and be a mockery. Whenever werewolves killed a vampire, it was always a shameful death, especially if it was an execution. It wasn't like he doubted his own skill. Eli was sure that if the two were put in an arena, he could mop the floor with her skinned fur. He was the greatest fighter according to the vampires. No one would say that a dog would be better than the superior race. That was how Eli grew up, so he had to believe that much. He'd seen her fight, but up until this point, she hadn't had a long list of formidable opponents. One day he would surely see. Her threat made him snort and even grin slightly. The corner of his mouth stretched upward smugly. Delphine reached through the bars, but Eli didn't even flinch or take a step back. That's a bold threat from a dog that's behind silver bars, he mocked her, leaning forward ever so slightly. While still out of her reach, Eli was testing the space between them. The silver did its job and she jerked back in pain, asking why he'd come down to the cellars. Eli's eyes watched as the wounds had already began to heal. As she moved, his head followed. Was her healing factor better than his? Impossible. By now, much of his wound had already healed, but it wasn't as though he could compare apples to oranges. This wasn't a gash, but a burn. Had he come to slum it with the dogs? Or was he---a snack? Once again, Eli snorted just like his father and rolled his eyes. His head turned away from her and looked at the leaking body. Maybe I just wanted to see something interesting. That mutt's dribbling body seemed to have done the job. In fact, all of this is entertaining...Delphine, right? he asked her, his eyes turning back to her. I find it hilarious you speak such haughty words when you're behind bars. It isn't like you can reach me and you honestly pose no threat. You're about as dangerous as, he paused and attempted to remember the girl's name. L- he tapped his lip. Lillian, he guessed and shrugged. Whatever her name it doesn't matter anymore. She's dead like the rest of them and will be thrown in a ditch, he commented bluntly and snapped his fingers for a guard to come. One of the vampires that looked after the werewolves walked over and Eli snatched the keys from his hands. The door to Lorraine's cage swung open and Eli stepped in, keeping his eyes on Delphine. His foot kicked the body to the side and the collar fell from her neck, tapping the ground quietly. There it is, he commented and leaned over, picking it up. His hands were already bloody with werewolf blood. A little more wouldn't make a difference and it was worth it for what he wanted to do. The blood still dripped from the collar so Eli shook it violently in the direction of Delphine. The blood would spatter into her cage. It was his goal to smatter the blood on her body. The funny thing is, if you hadn't been such a rabid animal, I could have seen that your friend here didn't get thrown in with the rest of the trash, but I guess we need to learn to speak before our mouths open, he informed her, yawning slightly as his sentence concluded. He walked out of the cage, kicking the door closed behind him. There was no need to lock up a dead body.