can you hear me howl

Dillon bit down on her lower lip as she slowly looked him over. One corner of her mouth curved into a smirk at the response but she simply shrugged, “I might be mistaking you for someone else but, I doubt it. You’ve got vanilla written all over you at the moment. I just call it like I see it.” She liked the way she felt under his gaze, her heart began pounding in her chest at the thought of him getting his hands on her after she riled him up. Nothing could have prepared her for the words that followed the gaze; her heart rate increased further when she realized who it was looking at her now. She stood up and approached the bars with her body on display for him. “Lucifer,” she smirked. “It’s been a while. I guess I’ve heard less-than-vanilla stories about you but since I’ve yet to experience anything I can’t be sure they’re true. My gut right now, just looking at you? Says the rumors might not be true.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed but he could tell she was playing with him so he let it go. His arms crossed over his chest and he smirked, waiting for her to recognize him. That was often his favorite part, and while he did love to strike fear into people, he also liked that she seemed more excited than afraid. “That’s more like it,” he said, eyes following the curves of her body now that he could see her better. “I do like the feisty ones. Long as you know your place still. Looks like whoever is spreading these dirty rumors is a complete idiot with zero experience and I may have to prove them wrong. Vanilla isn’t a part of my vocabulary and frankly I’m offended by the very notion.” He fixed the hound with a curious look and leaned close to the bars. “Is that a challenge? You looking to find out for yourself? If I had to bet, I’d guess you might be able to handle it pretty well.”

Truth be told, he thought the entire thing was a joke. The guards had mentioned his life was about to change, but they hadn’t told him exactly how. If he had been claimed, he assumed the demon douchebag would have come to collect him, but no. It was Lucifer. Someone he felt an odd attachment too considering their kin, but he didn’t know why the man had come. For the longest time, he just debated ignoring him. He could have, but the guards would have come in and made it worse for him, so, for once, he decided he’d be respect. Or at least as respectful as he knew how to be. “I have a name.” Buddy was not it. “And what if I decide to tell you NO? I imagine that’s something you hear often.”

“That’s some pretty solid logic, but I get by on sleeping half the time and being really quiet and hoping no one bothers me,” He explained truthfully. It had honestly been his strategy all his life with most situations, and it generally worked. 

Malee made a face. “That’s lame! I mean, it could probably work for you, but if there’s rioting in the streets again I don’t think falling asleep wherever I happen to be will help me much. Once I get this figured out I’m gonna teach you. Got any fun vampy tricks or that stupid brand take care of em?”

Heather leaned back from the woman’s fists swinging in the air, pressing her lips together to keep an amused grin from spreading to wide on her face. She may have been allotted more freedoms since being claimed, but this woman still was in a higher position than her. “Are you looking to fight or are you just looking for enough to get away?”

Malee thought for a moment. “Well, a good offense is always nice, but I think at my level I just need enough to get away. I don’t stand a chance against some of these older and more powerful beings around here.” She let her single tail show for a moment, waving it back and forth. “We kitsune get more tails based on age, as you can see, I’ve only got the one. I got a couple tricks that I use and that’s it.”

“To fight?” Delphine had to fight back laughter. “Honestly, I think that might just be the worst way to defend yourself in here. You want to make yourself as small as possible, and you want to follow the rules of whoever can cause you the most harm.” Delphine had never really been a fighter, but she had been reluctant enough that she had felt a fraction of the wrath of some of the masters.

“Oh you really know how to do that.” she said with a crooked smile and an arched eyebrow. People never ceased to amaze her around here, no matter how long her stay was. Tilting her head a little, Mara locked eyes with the other. Just like with a thousand others before this one, she had charmed and sweet talked them into doing exactly what she wanted. It was kind of how puppies had eyes that made you give in, or sweet little human kids in just the right tone of voice could make you melt. Th exception being that whenever she did it, she had to wonder if it was a gift, or a curse. Not human, but demonic. “But can you do it twice?” 

“Not you, no thank you.” Dillon waved off the person perusing the cells for their next treat. “I’ve heard things and I just don’t think we’d be a good match. I can’t handle boring or vanilla anymore. I’m sure you understand.” She smirked as she looked up, meeting their eyes without an ounce of fear. Sure, this move would probably backfire on her but if they were any fun at all, they’d take the bait and prove her wrong. At least that way she’d get a fun couple of hours out of her cage.

Lucifer lifted a brow and turned his head slowly to look at the girl sassing him. “Excuse me? You’re obviously making that up, if you’d really heard about me, you wouldn’t be attempting a challenge. There’s nothing vanilla about me.” His eyes scanned her, trying to remember who and what she was, since he liked to keep tabs and then laughed. “I already practically own you by proxy little pup. How do you think you got out of Hell? I had to have given the okay at some point.” Though it wasn’t exactly true, he had to give the impression he owned everything in hell.

Even with being here for as long as she had been, being in this cell never got any easier. Especially when there were others out there that got to walk around freely and take what they wanted from within the cells. Ivy was pressed back against the wall of the cell, as she held her knees up to her chest. She was hoping that maybe they would pass her by if they couldn’t really see her all that clearly.

Kitty paused outside the girl’s cell, looking sorry for her. “You’ve been here much longer than I have, you should know by now that doesn’t work. In fact, when I tried it, a master told me they sometimes single out scared slaves. It’s more fun for them or whatever.” She scrunched up her nose, obviously not impressed with the twisted logic. “You should come out for a bit! Unless you’re in there for punishment.”

“I–” Bryce started to speak, but had to hold in laughter as the girl punched the air. “I’m gonna need you to take one look at my gangly, lanky body and explain to me why you think I could possibly teach you anything about fighting,” He snorted, shaking his head at her. 

“No no that’s just it! You’re scrawny, no offense, and you’re still alive doin well. So you must know somethin right? Unless you get by on, I dunno, good behavior,” she added with a scrunch of her nose. She wasn’t a troublemaker but good behavior wasn’t exactly her style either.