The Unchained Wolf

HOW DARE THAT FUCKING BASTARD -

THAT MORONIC EXCUSE FOR LIFE -

THAT WALKING BLACK HOLE FOR EMOTIONS -

HOW DARE HE ACCUSE HER OF PUTTING ON AN ACT?!

Growling, she stands the best she can in the confines of her glass cage, ignoring the dark roots clinging to her to sap her of her energy and powers.

“I wasn’t ‘acting’ benevolent at all you idiot! I care for you because whether I like it or not, you coming into this tent is the only thing I can look forward to! Yes, you’re a monster, but at least you’re not the type of monster who harms children and the innocents if you can help it! And don’t babble on to me about how ‘Oh I’m a wild wolf, I can eat you up anytime!’ “

“I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WON’T DO THAT COS YOU’RE NOT THAT KIND OF PERSON YOU IDIOTIC MORON!”

With heaving breaths, she glares at the demon after her passionate rant, only to find herself slowly getting faint again.

Oh

She had his full and undivided attention, if only for a moment - his eyes widened at such a claim, body tensing from an unfamiliar feeling he couldn’t give a name. Was this guilt? Regret? ...Pity?

   ‘ ...You coming into this tent is the only thing I can look forward to!... ’

The half breed’s body began to tremble. Could he be crying? No.. there was no evidence of such.

       ‘ ...You’re not the type of monster who harms children and the innocents... ’

He attempted eye contact; uncrossing his legs and standing roughly from his seat; closing the distance between himself and his prize’s cage in absolute silence, shadows downcast to cover his single normally visible eye. No, something was wrong... abnormally wrong with the boy - there was his normal outbursts of anger, but this--

     “ —Alicia.. I... I never knew--                                   YOU WERE THIS MUCH OF A FUCKING JOKE! ”

Ahahaha... AHAHAHAHAHAHA---                 THIS IS PRICELESS.

    “ —Look me in the face when you feed me your pretty lies.                   Ah, to think someone so underhanded is revered as a god!                              Humans really are such a pitiable shame. ”

Damien would press his gloved palms against the glass, grinning from ear to ear with that unsettling smile of his; the one that he seemed incapable of, the one that... didn’t seem of his will. And perhaps, it wasn’t, as it stayed unfaltering even after she collapsed.

Tap.      Tap.

He drummed his fingers against her prison as if she was but a fish in a tank, stiffling leftover chuckles from the event before. What was this, now? After all the dramatics she’s putting on yet another show? Ah - what a fine actress his little weapon is; surely that’d be the career she’d pursue as a mortal!

      “ —Aliiiiciiiiaa~! Come on now, don’t be like that! I asked you to look at me, didn’t I?”

She wasn’t moving.

     “ —Your sense of humor only serves to infuriate me. Stand up.”

Why wasn’t she responding?

    “ —Stop it... it isn’t funny. Alicia, get up-- get up! I’m sorry, alright? Just get up-- ”

The drumming turned to banging; panicked strikes against the glass.

   “ —YOU’RE MY ESCAPE, THE ONLY ONE WHO’LL LISTEN -                           THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD POSSIBLE UNDERSTAND--                                                          YOU CAN’T DIE YET-- ”

. . .

That anger, the pure vitriol…

                        ( And what of those... names? Does she think it’s cute - that this is a GAME? )

                                                                          ---What a damn child.

   “---LIKE a wild animal? You misunderstand, transcendent, I am one;                         as if it hasn’t been drilled into my pathetic skull enough times.”

   At this point Damien leans against the wall from atop his perch, eyes closed and chipped black nails digging into the splintered wood beneath him.

@dcvouringwolf (I like angst)

It’s been a while since she last saw blue skies, green grass, signs of life beyond those demons that she was surrounded by.

She didn’t turn to greet that asshole who entered the tent she was kept prisoner in, instead choosing to curl into herself and try to dream of blue skies once more.

                                                            ---but today, he seemed hesitant.

    The sound of leather against wood scraped at the ears once he sat roughly atop one of the many supply crates in the room, gaze cast downward with his legs idly kicking the air - heels banging against the box from time to time with a surprising amount of impact. No, even with her insults and disrespect he couldn’t manage a witty remark nor’ the energy to put her back in line. Right now, he just wanted silence... time to think, time to... come to terms with his future.