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

Her shoulders shrugged and she considered her words carefully, slowly peeling her hands off the bars, not even showing so much of a wince. At first it hurt, but compared to the pain she experienced when she was punished in the past or even for the sake of heightening her threshold for pain, this was nothing. She had felt worse. Even if some of her skin peeled off in strings from the silver bars, she barely flinched. No, she was the first lycan to be born, all the lycans being spawned from her and so on, from one bite alone. She was a lot more powerful than any vampire would care to admit or acknowledge. Which was why they made an example of her and kept her in lockdown, just like the rest. So long as she was restrained, how would she ever rebel against her masters? What you may find to be a joke may not be a joke to anyone else. My apologies for bursting that fantastical cloud of yours. Okay, even now Delphine was impressed by her own ability to keep alarmingly calm. Here he was, insulting her and doubting her credibility to be a formidable opponent to him on the sole basis of her race. She had to refrain from snorting, and even if she was feeling her blood boil again, she tampered that rage down. Delphine knew that any more outbursts would not do anything for her. And when he left, she could feel the true inner and emotional pain that she was currently bottling up. But in front of him it wasnt an option to show her defeat. She would never let them see her cry. She had already shown her emotions and her vulnerability and it made her a joke. She was not a joke. She couldnt slip like that ever again. As her hands healed, she cradled them to her lap and looked up at him, her head tilting slowly, one eyebrow raising. That was why he came? For his own sick amusement. For a second, her eyes flashed to the eyes of a lycan, as if she might turn. Even her teeth grew into fangs and sharp teeth, strong enough to rip his throat out if she wished, but she quickly restrained herself again. But her eyes and teeth stayed the same, for she had better control of her turning than any other lycan. She smiled slowly, her tongue trailing over her her sharpened teeth before she was able to turn the off switch, her eyes going back to her human shade and her teeth forming back into regular human teeth, though if she tried hard enough, she could likely bite his throat off even then. I think watching that happen would give you too much satisfaction. I have filled my satisfaction quota of the day for you vampires. You missed your shot. With a mock pout, she sat back on her haunches, sliding off to her side so her bottom touched the ground in her dress, her legs folded beside her. Rather than leave like he seemed intent on doing earlier, he only got closer. Delphines spine straightened and she raised her chin, seeing him get so close, his face could have touched the bars. He was doing it again. Goading her. Probing her. Trying to rile her up. The only give away that he was actually getting somewhere to her was the way she swallowed, a noticeable bob in her throat. As much as she would have loved for Lorraine to have a proper burial and not be fed to the maggots, her only recourse in death to rot away until she was nothing, Delphine couldnt give into that either. Though Lorraine had been young, a lot of their talks were that of lycans and not as humans anymore. She even said that she would rather be dead than have any kind of debt to these monsters. She, like Delphine, believed that the vampires were the true monsters with their treatment of lycans and humans alike. So she will rot. But at least she will go back to nature and whether she is given a proper burial or not, at least the same end goal is there. But you are right. I do owe you an apology Eli. She even gave an apologetic sigh, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. Though he decided to be even more pompous, she still looked apologetic. I am sorry. The frown never left her face and she seemed to look serious. I am sorry that Master Josiah neglects you so much, mistreats you as badly as he must if you have turned into a shadow of what you could have truly become. She gave a soft click of her tongue and then shook her head. It is truly sad. That such a gift of the gods, as you solely claim yourself to be, can only feel anything good about himself by following in his fathers footsteps. And here I thought you wanted to be better. Not a carbon copy of him. She stood up now, wanting to be on his level, even if she was behind bars and he wasnt. At least they would both be standing. And here I thought that you were different. But youre not. Youre just like him. And you and I both know that that isnt a compliment. Correct? She smiled now, but it was a little condescending, her eyes showing not empathy but laughter. Laughter at his expense without outright doing it.