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

Dephine's temper raged and that was exactly what he wanted. It was perfect watching the werewolf squirm with anger. Her comeback was something about how he was standing outside the cage while she was inside. Well, of course he was outside the cage and she was inside. Between the two of them, only one was apparently a rabid animal. Vampires weren't rabid. Maybe after they'd succumbed to blood lust, but they were known for being high class. Eli couldn't help but snort and nod. There it is again. Your little threats.... he paused and shrugged, and kicked the heap of dead meat again. Maybe if you had less of a mouth, you wouldn't be in the predicament you're in. Maybe...just maybe you wouldn't be behind bars and you'd have the power to help your friends, he added, being sure to look up at her with a smug smile. It wasn't completely true. Vampires would never trust werewolves no matter how good they controlled themselves. They were always animals and they would always be animals. It was written in the stars...or whatever. Eli never listened to the elders when they talked about werewolves and how they would always be beasts. It wasn't that he didn't completely doubt the idea, but he was just sick of hearing it. Lorraine, right, he repeated, nodding and taking the collar outside the cage while listening to more of her little threats. The calm nature didn't worry him. If anything, he was used to the behavior. Josiah, his father, was always calm--even when he was getting ready to kill someone or punish his child. After she finished her sentence, Eli dropped the collar to the floor out of her reach. It made a loud clang as it slammed to the ground and continued to ring as it rolled to lie flat. You seem to think that I'd stoop myself low enough to fight you. You realize that's a joke, right? he commented and grinned a little wider. Between the two of us, you're the one that my father would, I don't know, throw to the wolves or some other thing, he absently said to her. One arm came up over his head as he stretched himself out, yawning. Her attitude was growing boring. It wasn't fun when she was calm. Honestly, I just came to see how riled up you could get and to see if you would end up like your friend, Lillian. I'm a little disappointed you didn't, to say the least, he sighed. Moving in a little closer, he took a glance at her, sucking his teeth. It was almost like he was examining her for a sale block. Shaking his head, she obviously didn't make the cut. His curiosity was satiated for the moment. The little Delphine could keep herself from turning even when he prodded her like a bull. Eli wasn't too sure what to expect. Would she have turned into a wolf if he was a little harsher and end up like the pulp of meat in the other cell or would she have remained calm? Then an idea crossed his mind and the smile returned a little. You know what they do with the dead bodies? They just throw them in the woods and they rot. Maggots feast on them like your people do....rubbish, I guess, he added with a slight shiver that should have resembled a shrug. Your friend is going to join the rest of them and rot, and rot, and rot away until she's nothing. She'll smell and--really, it isn't any way to treat an animal, much less a friend. But, if you apologize, he stopped and stared at her for a moment. The wheels of his mind were rapidly turning, turning red while he thought of an offer the girl may agree to, even if it was unlikely. Apologize on your knees and say something very polite to me. Maybe something like, he paused and raised his voice Oh, Elias! You are a gift from the gods! The sentence was an act. His hands raised to a little before one ended up on his hip and the other on his chest. An exasperated sigh concluded the act and his eyes made contact with hers again. Do that and I'll see that your friend is buried properly. Maybe I could even swing a visit or two for you, he concluded his offer. It was up to her now.