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

Her eyes became wet, filling with unshed tears. Delphine had seen so many unable to truly grasp the control of being a Lycan. Sometimes it just didnt work out and normally, she was able to remain detached. With Lorraine she wasnt able to. There was just something about her. Perhaps because she was just so young and taken from her village just because the humans werent able to pay the vampires enough silver. So in retaliation, when that happened, they took their young as payment, but usually the young didnt last very long. They would turn once and freely after they had been bitten and then after that, they would be collared and it wasnt enough of a transition time. It took a long time to be able to control the force of the full moons rays. Delphine was able to because she was the only one that was born a Lycan. Everyone else had been turned. Lorraine had been special and Delphine had taken her under her wing to make the transition to this kind of life a lot easier for her. It was her mistake for getting so close because losing her felt horrible. She never really felt much of anything when others hadnt made it. But this was different. This was Lorraine. She was only fourteen. Brought there because her family couldnt contribute their share of silver. Her life had been taken from her. And did any of these vampires care? No. Before actual tears could fall down her cheeks, she smelled him before she heard him. Looking up, her wet gaze full of hate and rage met his indifferent cool gaze and she looked like she could kill. If there was anyone that could match Elias ability in fighting, it would likely be Delphine. They were both trained by the same vampire, Josiah and Delphine had taken so well to it. But it was forbidden for a vampire and a Lycan to spar like that, unless it was for execution purposes. Either execution of a Lycan or execution of a vampire. Yes, vampire executions had actually existed. For Delphine, she had taken part in three, all three times killing a vampire by ripping its throat out with her sharp teeth. Those were the three times she had been allowed to turn because her collar had been taken off. She had enjoyed it too much but she never thought about it. Until now. And it made sense. Vampires and Werewolves were truly enemies. As if it was bred into her unknowingly because of her genes. Probably not possible. It was likely just the anger and now that it was really sinking it, it felt right. Like right now, for his lack of sincerity, it was the first time that Delphine entertained the idea of killing Josiahs disappointment of a son, Elias. Normally, she admired him from afar, found him intriguing how he seemed to go against everything his father said or wanted for him. That rebellious nature of histhat was probably what drew her to him. But right now? Now was not the time. And he wasnt helping matters. No, he was making them worse. In her grief and her anger, Delphine screamed and she clung to the silver bars, adrenaline coursing through her so intensely that she didnt even feel the stinging burning. If you think that was violent wait until I get my claws into you. Then you will know true violence! It wasnt like her to let her emotions get the best of her. This was perhaps the one time since she was just a little Lycan that she had lost her control, let alone in front of him. But she had never cried in front of anyone before. Shed never let them see her cry. Why have you come here? She asked with a pained grunt, peeling her burned hands off the bars with just a wince, the skin of her palms melted and leaving residue behind. They already began to heal but it was slow. After all it was silver burns and those were a real pain. It took a little longer to recover from that, as well as some fresh meat. Have you come to slum with your fathers dogs? Or are you here as a snack for me? Ive tasted vampire blood before after all. I can see why my kind truly enjoys ripping yours apart like the rabid dogs we are. It was almost frightening how easily she was showing her cards but at the same time, no one would ever expect that the original Lycan, Josiahs little pet, would ever rise up. Sure, there would be some unrest, talk of rebellion being thrown around but with the way that the vampires kept their army of dogs under wraps and control so tightly, it would be impossible to rise up against. So they believed. They truly and really underestimated them far too much.