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

The war is coming. Just you watch. She whispered, staring blankly ahead of her, her eyes narrowing between the two bars made out of pure silver that kept her retreated to the back of her cell. The war will come. The day will come. The dawn is just about due. The war will come. The lycans will prevail. I will prevail. Looking up through the large hole where the moonlight shone down on her, she could feel the stirring inside of her and if it were not for the collar around her neck that prevented her from shifting, she would have broken out of here before they put her in there. The vampires. The blasted vampires. Just you wait. Just you watch. She whispered once more, her chin still raised, her pale cheeks wet and stained with tears shed long before, but out of sight of anyone who could see. She let the pale moonlight bathe her skin, filling her with the strength and the courage she needed. The time is coming. And they will all pay. Just you wait. Just you wait Delphine. Many years ago, the first of the vampires migrated from Europe into the New World. Facing prosecution from not only the humans but also ancient vampires and the threat of the werewolves, they came to the conclusion that they needed their new land. See, this group was different than the band of Europe and they wanted their own power. But being fledglings in comparison to the ancient race of vampires across Europe, they held no stake or claim. They did what they had to, creating the house of Macris, a new coven in the New World. But just like anything else, life always found a way and along with those vampires, werewolves managed the migration as well. A predator always followed its prey after all. In the New World, on East Coast by the water, several villages were founded. Vampires and werewolves alike drove the natives on the land away or killed them. On those lands, castles and structures were built and so was a grand wall to keep the werewolves out. But that didnt stop them. And upon the walls completion, a single werewolf was captured. She was put in the dungeons that they had made of silver that kept her at bay and it was discovered she was pregnant. The child she gave birth to wasnt a werewolf. That is, it wasnt born in the form of a wolf but in the form of a human. But the childs mother protected it, knew it belonged to her. They realized that this child may hold the secret to taming the wild race of the werewolves. This child was a little girl and she was called Delphine. But more importantly, she was the first descendent of a werewolf that could turn back into human form and not succumb to the insanity of the wildness of her monstrous race. At last, the vampires had a way to control and enslave this inferior race. No longer were they the prey. They were the predators and the werewolves and lycansas they dubbed Delphines kindwere subservient so long as they had Delphine and the ability to control and even kill her race. After her mother was murdered, just shortly after Delphine was born, the vampire elder and leader, Josiah, took her under his wing. He trained her, raised her, and made sure she always lived under the rule of thumb that while she was his adopted daughter, she must always remember her place. She was a Lycan, which meant she was nothing like the vampires. Not like Josiah and not like his son, Elias. Eliashe was something else. She sometimes would watch him when she could. He seemeddifferent, in a way. While most men were almost clones of their fathers, something told her that Elias wouldnt be. Of the vampires to hate, he was not one of them. No, instead she admired him. But always from afar, despite having grown up with him. She never said more than a single word to him each time, too busy she was bowing to him and other vampires. During her training, she would be starved and deprived of fresh meat and blood, so much so that when a human was sent in her cell, too much was she consumed with Lycan rage and blood lust that she would bite them. But that was usually the entire point. Josiah wanted more Lycans. He wanted more just like her. He wanted to build an army to protect the vampire race from the wild werewolves that had repopulated and multiplied in the lands, just waiting to conquer that wall and take their revenge. They were not so mindless, but in comparison to vampires, werewolves and any others spawned from it were the inferior race and vampires were the superior and ultimate power. Now that there was a Lycan army building, consisting of both men and women to be the vampires slaves and protection, the werewolves wouldnt stand a chance. Even Delphine grew up fearing and hating werewolves. She believed her vampire family. She considered them her family, the creatures she loved. She believed that they saved her from an unspeakable fate, though they were too late and she became poisoned by a werewolf and that was why she turned into one. Rather than hating herself, she swore to protect the ones she loved forsake the ones she hated and kill the ones who threatened her and her family. She had truly grown into Josiahs little protg, molded to perfection of a hard fighter and killer, highly skilled in the art of sword fighting and ripping out throats when she was allowed to turn for the sake of keeping the vampires safe. She was the highest regarded Lycan and the original one. But how long could she live like this? How long could she continue living in captivity, doubting it all. Because even after a day of being free among the other vampires, she was always sent back to her dungeons like a dog being sent to their kennel for the night. Living in dank arrangements, a cold cage, wet and her food rations were becoming sparser and sparser. For the expectation of her was to keep turning captured humans into more Lycans. Josiah was greedy that way. He wanted a powerful army at his beck and call and to expand his power and empire all across the New Worlds coast. The day she turned nineteen it became clear to Delphine that everything she knew was not so. Her family was not her real family. Her real family was out there, likely waiting or looking for her, if they cared to. If they thought she was still alive. If these vampires were truly her family, she wouldnt be living like this. Everything Josiah told her was a lie. She was nothing more than their mutt to walk all over and depend on. Because at the end of the day, she was still sent to the dungeons as if she had done something wrong, treated horribly and had no real sense of regard among those she served. She was a dog. They were the superior race. But not for long. Not if she had anything to say about it. There was a growing unrest amongst the other Lycans. Delphine wasnt the only one. And she certainly wouldnt be the last one. For that day was coming. The day that they would soon see and realize that the Lycans and werewolves were stronger and the vampires had no real power and authority anymore. Where they were weak, she was strong. Where they were stronger in the moonlight, she was strongest and at her true height of power. But they controlled that. With the damned collar made of silver that prevented her from turning unless they saw fit for her to do so. Only when it benefitted them. No more. No more. The day is coming. She whispered once more. Hearing the stirring from the cell beside her, she scooted over but careful not to actually touch the bars. She did that once already and the burn on her hand stung more while healing than when first inflicted. Lorraine? Lorraine is that you? There was a soft cough and then a spluttering of something. Peering closer, Delphines eyes widened seeing the blood that poured from her friends mouth, the blood that colored the ground of her cell, the blood that was flowing from her neck. You have to stop it. You have to control it! Otherwise you will die! Delphine swore frantically, reaching out to grab the bars and hissing to herself when the silver burned her hands. She recoiled and held them to her tattered dress, watching in horror as her friend, a newly transformed Lycan could not control the power of the moonlight. She watched in horror as her friend turned, only to be ripped apart by the silver spiked collar around her neck. Her bloodied remains littered the ground and Delphine pushed herself back away so not to have been touched by it, her eyes wide in alarm, her cheeks sprayed with dots of Lorraines blood and anger pooling inside in place of her despair. Absolutely no more.