The hush whisper of leaves rustled against the most scentless wind ever to be smelt. Nothing other than the smell of the wind..not the scents carried upon it. How fresh the night seemed with its twilight blues and indigos like the depths of the sea were in the sky, she felt like she could run, just run and run on endless stretches of soft, damp grass and all she'd see was the evening sky for the eternity she sprinted. She was aware of the white shadows feeding a sense of urgency in her gut...white shadows brought the night to meaningless end, the whispering leaves would cease, the scentless wind would die and sprinting would deminish. White shadows brought crimson to her sea blue evening sky...

Maris' bright eyes fluttered open. She could not only see but also smell the dank blackness and stone walls surrounding her. She had been asleep that much she'd realised and day had sneakily slipped to night.
It still felt strange waking up not just on a bed, but a bed of silk and pillows and cushions to compliment the pillows and some throwovers to compliment the cushions and so on and so forth! It still felt unusual but not as alien as it used to when the rebellion first came into order.
This was her room now, not how she used to view it as some royal bedchamber fit for a royal, cold skinned leech who had passed her sell by date or should she say... White shadow.

Maris lit a few candles bringing the room to life and enlightening it with the warmth she desired. All her things welcomed her with a homely appearance as she pulled on a thin floaty dressing gown to cover up her partially dressed body walking towards the door to see who was bounding about. Judging by how dark it was getting outside the place was bound to be lively with the upcoming meal...Breakfast..dinner...whatever it was Maris was famished!!

She glanced back furtively at the cage in her room checking to see if a certain someone was awake...

Rolling on the satin-covered bed with blankets tangled around his legs, Cammen grumbled something incoherently before rubbing the sleep from his half-lidded eyes. The only thing that truly woke him was the angry growling his stomach proceeded to make before he pressed his hand firmly to his stomach, in hopes that it'd subside. Eventually, he'd have to crawl out of his new bed—though it was still strange to be sleeping on plush, satin beds with teeny decorative pillows scattered around him. He and his packmates were used to sleeping on the ground, or on leather-skinned make-shift begs or on the cold, cement floor of their old cells. All of that was in their pasts and they could now enjoy their chambers, though he still didn't like the dank smell that came with the castle. How the leechers lived with it, he couldn't understand. It was far from their comfort zone, but the forest was just out the window (which he left open) so he could awake smelling the sweet pine trees and the nights scent. Grunting once more, Cammen untangled himself and dropped down on his bare feet. He wasn't one for wearing much clothes because he didn't see the necessity, but he clambered into some ripped blue jeans before examining himself in the mirror. Fortunately, he could see his reflection, which was more than he could say for his servant, Ilia. Originally, his plan was to go find Twyla or Maris, but his attention drifted towards the cell.

Because he wasn't the most ruthless and unforgiven lycan in the pack, the cage had been outfitted pretty much the same has his bed. Cammen had gathered the woman's belongings (all the leech-stenched pillows, satin blankets, and clothes) and filled it into the cell. The cells were abnormally large, since they originally held the massive werewolves, so he guessed that it'd be spacy for the small woman. The woman still terrified him—mostly because she was female, and ruthless; he couldn't help but feel intimidated. Taking a deep breath, he crossed his arms over his bare chest and took a few steps closer to the cell which adjoined his chamber and peered through the bars of the door. “Are you awake?” He reprimanded himself for sounding stupid. “I'm new to this whole, not being a slave thing, do we take you guys on walks?” Surprisingly, his voice wasn't malicious, he honestly didn't know what to do with their new servants.

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The once homely dark room (which used to be his) was now the refuge of two female werewolves, two females. The blond-haired vampire laid on his back on the cold floor, there'd been a few tattered blankets off in the corner but his stubbornness restricted him from actually using them. It wasn't as if they weren't considered “cold-blooded creatures” anyway, but he enjoyed satin sheets as much as the next royal, vampire did. Sighing solemnly, Bane sat up before pushing himself to his feet and leaning his shoulder on the stone wall. He tried to see through the bars of his cell, his cage, the only thing keeping him from freedom, he couldn't quite see the sleeping figure of the woman on his bed. Normally, under more considerate circumstances, the man would have never complained about having women in his room, let alone his bed. Now, with him in this room alone, and the woman had roused and began lighting candles. Candles didn't worry him, but he couldn't tell whether or not it was light or day—morning or night, the way his cell was situated, he couldn't get a good view of the window.

Finally moving towards the door of the cell, Bane propped one of his hands above the cage door and leaned heavily on it, peering through the bars with bright blue, curious eyes at the figure standing at the doorway. Apparently, from the starry night he glimpsed at the corner of the window, it was night time. It was a relief, but he didn't show any of it on his face. He leaned his pale face against the bars, and smiled toothily. “So, what services are we to offer?” The man questioned smoothly, eyeing her as if he'd gain some sort of understanding of her. He wondered why lycan women dressed so provocatively, but the only answer that came to them was that it came naturally to them, out in the wilds, he guessed, they had no need for clothes. Not that vampires were so different, they just preferred to wear extravagant dresses and gowns, that would be later removed. “Fend of suitors, warm your bed...” The words seemed to flow from his lips before he could control them (it wasn't his fault, he was a letch and women were women, in spite of his situation), he only stared. “I'm famished as well, and by the sounds your stomach has been making, it's nearly supper. I hope that your plans aren't to starve us all.”

Hana glided across the room hoping her vampire slave wouldn't find her. "thats the last thing I want tracking me." she mumbled then continued to walk down the long halls letting her knife hidden in her boot slide along. "having them in here was one mistake." she reached the hidden back door and crawled out "why do I need a slave I am completely capable of handling myself!" she stormed out into the forest. "having them on my tail is one mistake after another." she hated the idea of having gross ugly creatures sitting and following her the whole time. she stepped over a string, she looked down "If anyone steps over that they might have a slight injure to their legs." she gave a slight giggle then moved on. Hana came to a small wall a bit larger then herself she pulled out a gold key and opened the door. without the key as its knob its impossible to open. Hana went in and slide the door shut behind her "my lovely flower garden." she smiled gently.

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Hana left the little garden and ran back to the castle down the halls and stopped in the kitchen to grab a tart letting it drip into her mouth "yum." she mumbled then ran down to the library. were she hid herself in the corner of the library were books stacked high around her. reading silently to herself not wanting her sisters or brother to find her.

“So, what services are we to offer?”

Oh it was awake. She turned her back to the open hallway for a moment leaning against the frame with a tiresome posture.

"Fend of suitors, warm your bed... I'm famished as well, and by the sounds your stomach has been making, it's nearly supper. I hope that your plans aren't to starve us all."

Maris gave the male vampire a look of distaste pushing off from the door frame to take part in a slow prowl towards her royal slave. He was a handsome thing with his azure eyes and desirable bone structure, elegant but still exceeding masculine figure, my how she disliked him more and more with every moment she spent allowing her eyes to register his non exsistant flaws.

"A hungry leech is the last thing i need staring at me with beady eyes do you reckon i could sleep at day with you fantasising of ways to eat me in the corner...not to suggest you're not already doing so of course prince charming" she supposed pausing a foot or so from his cell which could of at anytime have been her cell.
"And i think you've helped me enough giving up your room, bed and belongings how gracious of you" she taunted absently.

She'd noticed how caught on seduction the vampires were, everything they did, their tones, actions, expressions all in an almost unconcious attempt to woo you; it had alarmed her at first but now she was merely weary..and aware. Aware that vampires were cold and ruthless and no matter how charming they appeared it was all a rather harsh deception. Prime example they enslaved the wolves but at the same time constantly tried to seduce them. It was strange. Vampires were strange...she never did understand them. Maris pulled her dressing gown closed around her tanned body. Werewolves barely cared for clothes and hiding what everyone had already seen but she didnt particularly want this chap oogling at her there was something uncanny about the way he looked at her.
She didnt like his height either. This close up he was tall, toned and vampire. Or maybe he just seemed tall because she was petite, weightless and wolf?

"Remind me of what you eat incase i decide i can be bothered to sustain your pathetic existance" she muttered taking a step closer to peer into the cell nosy of what the alphas had put inside for him. She wondered if it was patronizing for him being such a big strong male relying on some small supposedly inferior female..not to mention the faud between there races.

Hana wandered to the cells holding the vampires noticing Maris she glided behind her quietly so she could scare her. "haunting our dear little Vamp Sister?" she whispered in her ear placing her hand on Maris's shoulder "we don't want you doing that so early right?" she gave a grin then turned to the vampire and clapped her hands "much to do much indeed today." then turned back to her sister and shook her figure in the air "don't want you messing around Maris we have duties to do and one of them is not boring our sweet little guests so early you save that for later of course." she gave her a cold glare "father doesn't want you doing that yet its his job to do so early in the morning." then slid between the two and gave a little sinister smile.

Apparently, the woman in front of him wasn't having any of his wit and he could tell by the disgusted scrunch of her nose that he wasn't going anywhere he wanted to. He still leaned his arm above the bars, eager eyes staring at the woman on the other side of the door. It was true, that vampires were curious creatures in the way that even in captivity, they still attempted to tempt and seduce their captors. Only those of the royal family (which was the majority) with the burning hatred for the werewolves would never in their lifetimes, even aeons, stoop to the level of looking at such women or men with his eyes. However, Bane could admit that he wasn't born into royalty and his hate for the werewolves was very skin deep, not eternal like the rest, and of course his insatiable appetite was far stronger than his hatred.

“I'm afraid it's in my nature,” the man responded, shrugging his shoulders before smoothing his opposite hand over the ruffled white shirt he was allowed to keep. It was tattered at places, but it was more than he could say about the near-naked werewolves who ran amok—barefoot and all. His tight dark brown jerkins were tucked into his leather boots (the smell, which he loved most), and that summed up all that was given to him. They must have tried to insult him by leaving the heavy chains and shackles on the wall, as well as a studded leash in the corner, which he'd thrown on top of the ragged sheets they'd also left there. If his pride had been anymore damaged, he'd resort to hissing instead of speaking. “I've got plenty of skills which I can apply, if you so wish, and I do so miss my bed.” His sarcasm was blatant, he still felt ill-will towards the woman who was so obviously taunting him, but he pressed himself against the door so that he could glance around the room. Whatever his actions were, and how deceivingly seductive he was being, his intentions weren't always clear. The fact of the matter was, most of the werewolves wanted the vampires dead—or miserable, two things he very much wanted to avoid.

For a moment, Bane just regarded the small women as she stepped forward. It was true that it was patronizing for this woman to call his existence pathetic, and even more patronizing that his life was in her hands. He'd already concluded that attacking any of them was pointless, the lycans outnumbered them and in doing so, he'd only ensure that his life would end. Currently, he held his life in high regards and did not want it to end so soon, he was young and in his prime. Licking his lips, Bane couldn't disregard how hungry he'd been for the past few days (the first few days he hadn't talked to anyone, the first few days the alpha's had herded them out like cows). “I'm assuming you wolves eat deer, or humans, really, I'm parched... we're really not that different, you and I, we both enjoy blood, no?” The man finally answered, wondering if she'd dare to come closer to the bars.

When another woman seemingly glided from another room, a small smile touched the vampires lips and he leaned his head on the arm supporting himself on the door. The thought of their father (one of the alphas, no doubt) appearing made him feel wary, it was the only time where physical abuse was promised. “Ah, two women now, and sisters.,” Bane cooed softly, eyeing Maris' sister, “Only in my fondest dreams. How it grows lonely in this cell, don't leave.”

((I'll post Cammen when Ilia comes back. :3 ))

Ilia was quite drained and she could feel it. She hadn't slept a wink since being stuffed into the cage, though hers was quite nice and filled with her things. She was still in her white casual dress, ripped, torn and stained of blood from fighting the werewolf take over. Her braids were tangled and she bet she looked like hell. But that was good. She stared up at her new...Master with thirsty red eyes as he attempted fake kindness, but she knew what would come and she would not let her guard down like she had made so many others do. "Well," she started off in a voice that flowed like honey. "Normally slaves are given tasks. Sometimes killing their own kind for pleasure. Um, also they get tortured until almost dead. They get embarrassed, abused, used for whatever the...Master...wants. You know the pure gut wrenching evil we have bestowed so generously onto you...wolves. So I can only imagine the favor will be returned, only 50 times worse." which she ended with smile.

Twyla yawned dramaticly, then began rubbing her eyes sleepily. Twyla, half asleep, got up from her satin clad bed and dragged her feet into worn black slippers. Then straightening up, she adjusted her long gray nightgown and trotted over to her white vanity table. She flopped uncerimoniously onto the cushioned seat, and began brushing her black and white hair.

Grinning, she glanced over to what appeared to be a walk-in closet door. In reality, behind that door was a row of iron/silver bars, and a heavy lock. Her slave's cage was indeed the size of a large walk-in closet, and was carpeted with a thin brown cloth. There was a 5-inch thick matress/cusion bed-like thing for the vamp to sleep on. Two thick, woolen blankets would provide warmth, and there were a few ragged pillows as well. In a corner was a smallish table with a wooden stool to sit on. If the vampire wanted to eat, it would have to be from the dog-dish provided. And of course there was a collar on the guys neck.

Simply thinking about it nearly made Twyla laugh, but she held it in. While she was still brushing her hair, she asked a question directed at the closed door," Hey! Are you awake?", with a cheerful manner.

“I've got plenty of skills which I can apply, if you so wish, and I do so miss my bed.”

Maris smiled subtly. He was a devious thing and she was sure he missed his bed but that was a shame, she missed the 70 years or so they'd taken from her but that was also a shame. Judging by his pupils being famished wasnt a quarter of how he really felt they'd gone a fair few days without food for someone who was used to being regularly pampered and over indulging on occassions his mouth must feel like a barron wasteland of sand and sun. How unpleasant.
"The bed is there for the taking dear leech whenever you desire..oh..but wait.." she extended a brown foot and rattled the cell bars with her toes her ankle bracelet tinkling delicately with every shake. "Little caught up arent you...shame..the invitations there"
She wanted to lean against the wall but it was annoyingly cold like just about everything else in this place. What she wouldnt give for a little heat! Her body temperature of course was teetering upon the edge of a deadly fever like any werewolf but that didnt mean she didnt like a bit of warmth about the place.
“I'm assuming you wolves eat deer, or humans, really, I'm parched... we're really not that different, you and I, we both enjoy blood, no?”
Maris shook her head the slightest her bright eyes gazing up at his pale features.
"You assume correctly but we eat for meat there's not alot a bucket of blood will do for us"
Maris wondered what he'd do if she extended a hand and threatened to touch him but at that moment her sister entered in her sinister manor attempting to sneak up on her and give a fright.

"don't want you messing around Maris we have duties to do and one of them is not boring our sweet little guests so early you save that for later of course father doesn't want you doing that yet its his job to do so early in the morning."

Maris smiled warmly down at her sister before placing two hands upon her shoulders and turning her round to face the vampire.
"What can i say he's in our room its difficult not to engage" she mused hanging from Hana's shoulders with her arms loose around her neck.

“Ah, two women now, and sisters. Only in my fondest dreams. How it grows lonely in this cell, don't leave.”

Maris released her sister to stand a little closer beside her.
"Lonely? You're a vampire dear. You're the loneliest creature i know" she drawled smiled rather callously. Being a pack animal she knew very well that vampires were singular creatures. They may have lived together in this place but as far as she was concerned they were nothing more than mere shadows to one another. Unless she had proof otherwise...
"However if its company you desire im sure that can be arranged" she glanced down to see Hana's reaction as a quirky grin sent upon her lips. "Father wont mind...if we take him for a walk...after all he did give the vampire to us and im sure he's not...foolish enough to try anything rash"
At this she gave the vampire a look of rhetorical meaning. He didnt seem the type for violent outbursts...not when his neck was already so dangerously close to the line. "Besides...he's hungry. Wouldnt want him to die now"
Being young she saw no problem toying with an male, adult vampire.

Hana gave a grin at her sister and brushed her long sharp nail across her sisters neck from behind, but putting no pressure on her pale skin. "He wouldn't mind I suppose." she whispered then walked to the end of the cell "two sisters, I cant believe we have the same blood!" she laughed and turned to her sister "Maris your very right, we don't want him to die now. he probably wants to eat you Maris." she gave a sinister smile then turned back to the cell "I'll let you out for now." she said happily "Name? I must address you by your name and not the one my sister will say about all your kind." Hana did not like to make names unless it was about her sisters and brother and thought it was quite rude to say a disgraceful name when all their kind has been locked up. she turned to the man holding the keys to the cell. "open it." she ordered as the man rushed forward and opened the door gently, Hana turned to the vampire. "tell me little vampire, do you like flowers?" she asked letting her eyebrow raise.

For a moment, Cammen stood rooted as he stared at her. The woman was more terrifying than he thought, from afar she'd been demure and almost... he wasn't sure, he was now doubting their alpha's choice of servants. Perhaps they'd given her to him as a joke? Her crimson eyes was what made him the most leery of coming closer to the cell, so he kept a few paces from it just in case. In case of what? He wasn't sure but he knew that this devilish women was merciless and if roles were reversed, she would spare any kindness whatsoever. Most likely, she'd make him whimper with his tail between his legs. The man's eyebrows knit together before he scoffed, adjusting the weight from foot to foot. “We don't operate like you do, leech, and stop smiling while you say that!” Cammen growled between grit teeth, his jaw clenching before he uncrossed his arms and paced in front of the door. “Unlike you blood-suckers, we don't entertain ourselves with torture.” He added, pointing an accusing finger at her before taking a seething breath. That was when his stomach turned, growling for him to hurry up and eat something, anything. Of course, there were werewolves in the pack who would be glad to torture and abuse their new “servants,” but he wasn't the type—it didn't mean he didn't hate them, because he did, but he wouldn't stoop as low as they did.

Cammen stopped pacing before he brushed his fingers through his tousled black hair, honestly, he didn't understand the point of having these vampires around but he knew the alpha's had vengeance in mind. It was their time to rise above, they were in their prime, and they were above vampires. “If you want to be treated like animals, if you want to be treated the way you treated us...” He continued, eyeing her seriously, “Then we will.” With that said, he threw her a lopsided grin before striding towards the door, clinging to the door frame. “Twyla! Twyla! We're going to take our pets for a walk,” Cammen called down the hallway.

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Whoever this woman was and whatever ties she had to the lycans royal family, she didn't seem like the torturing type and for this, he was thankful. Nothing repulsed him more than physical pain—the war had done it's toll on the man and scars covered his once perfect skin, and fortunately, his pride could be saved from wearing clothes. No scars marred his perfect visage, and for that, he was thankful. Not that his situation at the moment was pleasant nor was it redeeming, he knew that no one would see any of his scars for awhile. Maris wasn't taken with his charm, and she was cautious of his words, yet she didn't seem intimidated by him either. Daunting. That was one word to describe her. He wondered what he looked like, by the expression on her face, he assumed he was more than just famished. Just a step away from drooling and begging, he guessed. Bane admittedly felt weak from the last three days of starvation, but the small tinge of pride he had warned him not to openly ask for food or ask more than once. When Maris brushed her toes against the cell bars, he made a guttural sound, eyeing the tinkling bracelet that wrapped around her delicate ankles. “The invitation... I would gladly accept,” the vampire nearly murmured, more weakly than he would've liked. A meal would strengthen him, a meal would retrieve his wit. “I'd offer no heat, I fear, being a leech and all.”

Adjusting his position, Bane dropped his hand from atop the cell and ran his fingers down the bars before taking a step back. Licking his lips dryly, a small muscle jumped in the concave of his high cheekbones. There wasn't any doubt in her voice, nor hope that he would get a quick meal. Anything with high blood content would do, even if he had to eat alongside them and get scraps of whatever meat they had. He was sure that they wouldn't starve them to death, they wanted their servants, right? “What will you be feeding us then?” He asked curiously, his gaze drifting between Maris' sister, Hana, then back to her. They were both in close proximity to the cell and he wondered if they'd just leave to go eat, or take him along with them—like a dog. The thought revolted in his mind but the only thing he could really do was accept it, for now. He watched them hungrily, trying to ignore the thumping pulses at their necks. The smell of werewolves clearly repulsed all vampires, but when one was hungry enough, they didn't care.

“I can pretend not to be, can't I?” Bane retorted pressingly, wishing they'd take him along sooner rather than later and he tried to keep the desperation from his voice. Already, he could tell that these two women would drive him insane, and his appetite was insatiable (when it came to women, and blood). The reminder that he was but a slave came to him once more when they spoke, and his hand unconsciously rose to the metal choker clasped tightly around his strong neck. It was insulting for them to slap on chains on their necks, as if they were mere dogs, as if they were mere lycans. However, his appetite won out on his pride and he wanted to be taken out on this “walk” so that he could relieve himself. “Ah, I'm no fool and there are worse things in life than serving the whims of two deadly sex goddesses." It surprised him further when Hana grinned, moving towards the end of the cell so that she could release him from his dank prison. “My name is Bane Mah'Riel, you may call me whatever you wish.”

Anchored in his place, Bane regarded both women between lidded, lazy blue eyes before taking a step forward, holding the end of his leash with as much hidden disdain as he could muster hiding. Crinkling his nose, he arched his shaped eyebrow at Hana. “I see you've found our beautifully tended garden. My favourite is the Oleander, very beautiful, very poisonous and very deadly. Much like you two, I presume.”

Ilia raised a brow of curiosity. So this wolf did have some spark in him. At first smell she would have thought him a cat. Her brows furrowed when he spoke again about being treated. This is what she had mentally preparing for. She wouldn't let them have satisfaction. Since she was going out she decided to fix herself but her eyes never left her new Master. She combed through her hair and rebraided it. She took if her soiled robes and put on a simple red dress that fitted her torso tightly and flowed to her feet. Right there in the cage, in front of him, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. Memories of the things she had done taunted her and told her of the karma that was to come. All the times she made them kill their friends and loved ones. when she would trick them and bed them, then have them go back to their own kind and be judge, humiliated, disowned, and hated. Having them carry her around like her own little horse. She knew that she was one of the most hated vampires to the wolves, and for that she would pay.

Twyla heard Cammen's summons.

"Oh! Okay, just lemme get dressed, and mine still needs to wake up!", she called back at him.

She quickly combed out the last of her knots, then hurtled to the wardrobe.

"Hey, what do you think I should wear, vamp?", Twyla asked her pet. She knew he probably was asleep or somethng, but it was still fun to pretend.

"I have my battle gear, which you've seen already...", she started. All of the vamps had seen her battle gear, and her sword. In fact, Twyla's sword had tasted many a vampire's flesh during the rebellion.

"A black dress..." That had been a gift from her mother.

"Hmm... and what'sthis? Your cloths?", Twyla asked, grinning at her discovery. She had pulled out a bunch of men's clothes out from the back of her closet.

"Do you want them, or am I allowed to borrow a few?", Twyla was inspecting a pinstripe suit.

“My name is Bane Mah'Riel, you may call me whatever you wish.”

Maris folded her arms an eyebrow raised at the Vampire as he observed them both through lazy blue eyes tugging lightly at chain leash. He was rather laid back about this entire slavery affair, he didnt have much of a choice of course but that didnt mean he had to be civilized in any manor...unless father had threatened him to be polite to them which wouldn't come as a surprise. Still...You wouldnt see her complying to anything vampiric. She may have lived for a short while in a time where vampires were top of the heirarchy but they certainly hadnt damaged an inch of her pride or taken her dignity. In fact in some ways it could be said she was barely a slave at all but a sickly loathing still ran through her like a charge for the cold blooded ones that had made her unconciously witness those around her that she attached to suffer and...die.

The Vampires nose crinkled as he too raised an eyebrow at her sister Hana, it was clear he despised the idea of being led around like a dog. Well wasnt that a shame.

“I see you've found our beautifully tended garden. My favourite is the Oleander, very beautiful, very poisonous and very deadly. Much like you two, I presume.”

Maris grinned as she held out a hand for the end of the leash to be placed in. "We'll leave you to decide which is poisonous and which is deadly...Bane" she dragged out the sound of his name on her tongue so it appeared almost a mock.
She wondered how willing he'd be to do deeds just to keep his life. No matter how deedy they were. She looked at him in a new light. He wasnt just there to poke and prod he was here for a reason. She'd find a purpose for this tall, striking vampire...before her father did!
Her eyes heavy on him she saw how starved his stare was towards them like some partially crazed and confused animal. He was hungry. (not just for food either but she didnt know that)
"Bite my sister...and i'll pull you fangs out pliers" she muttered not wanting Hana to get hurt on her account. After all she was the one that wanted him out of the cage. Even though he outweighed Herself and Hana in just about everyway whilst they were in their human forms.

Hana gave a slight grin this will be very fun. feeling proud to have such a lovely comment on the flower "much indeed Bane and yes I have found the most lovely garden in the world." she said holding up a silver key with a blood red rose on it. "I keep it perfect since we took over." she turned to her sister "Maris we cant starve him." she said holding her sharp nails up the key dangling from the end, she looked down at Bane the collar reminded her of her own past. "when it seems that we can trust you to walk by our side without that then we can take it off." then pulled the little tart she had stolen from the kitchen and handed it to Bane. Hana turned around and looked over her shoulder "come on." she said while walking on by herself slowly so they could catch up.

Cammen still clung to the door frame, with his head craned out so that he could scout down the hallway. Fortunately, Twyla's room wasn't far from his so he could just cross the hallway and see her. Smirking, he stood straight in the doorway and stretched his arms behind his back. He could almost feel his vampires' eyes burning into his bare back but didn't dare turn around to look at her, because honestly, her burning red eyes made him feel like the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. “Kick his cage, he's supposed to be up when you wake up,” the Beta called back, cupping his hand to his mouth before brushing it contentedly through his mess of black hair. “Don't you have the initiation today, anyway, Twyla!” This was when he chanced another glance back into the cell where Ilia awaited him, awaited what? He wasn't sure. What he'd seen caused him to flush brightly, and he looked away soon after, staring at the adjacent wall. Whatever dignity she had, she'd already shed and he didn't know why.

Most of the other vampires had been indignant, dragged kicking and screaming and nearly biting until they were thrown into their cells. Cells that still smelled like wolves. Cells that held all of their humiliating anguish. Cammen found it hard to be vengeful because it wasn't in his nature, he still hated the bloody leechers but he knew better than to sink to their level. He would cause humiliation in creative ways, he would make sure that they felt pain emotionally, he'd break them without giving them the satisfaction that they were doing what was done to them. Somehow, he would find a way. Coughing uncomfortably in his hand, he leaned on the doors frame, adjusting his position so that his shoulder blades rested comfortably. “What're you expecting... what do you think that we'll do to you?” He couldn't look at her.

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Laid back may had been an understatement, although Bane was tame for one whose freedom had been so violently taken away. At the moment, he understood two things: if he struggled or fought against them, he'd be easily overcome, tortured or killed and if he refused to do the humiliating, awful things these two women commanded him to do, he'd be tortured or killed. Either way, his prospects didn't hold any hope and he would be forced to be as civilized as he could. However, it didn't mean that in the back of his head he wasn't planning of ways to escape his chains and cell, it was a constant, prying thought that was nearly stronger than his appetite. The moment where he'd be able to possibly escape wasn't in the near future and he knew that without sustained meals, he would be too weak to do anything. For now, he would play the wolves' games, without much complaint, and without lashing out at them. Bane gripped the leather leash, sharp finger nails digging into the palm of his hand while Maris stared at him.

The way that the antagonizing woman said his name made Bane's teeth grind, but he held back the sarcastic retort that sat on his tongue and a tight smile appeared on his chiseled face. Deadly and poisonous, they definitely were. There were some women in his coven, in the Vampiric Royal Family, who could be compared to these women—except worse, their poison was deadly and ruthless, without forgiveness and leeway. He knew that if roles were reversed and if the vampires were still in power, they would force the wolves to their knees without silly banter. However, Bane was relieved that he wasn't on his knees... yet. Hope was foolish and he knew that. “Ah, to be looked at like a prized bull,” the man's words oozed with disdain before he straightened his shoulders, “It must be a familiar feeling, no?” At this comment, the vampire could only stare at the two sisters. He was sure that when they had been slaves or servants, that they'd been used by some of the male (even female) vampires in ways he wouldn't want to imagine. Or he WOULD want to imagine, which ever it was, two beautiful wolves would have been merely seen as toys to play with.

Bane didn't answer, but he knew that Maris' threat wasn't idle. The thumping at their necks didn't cease, and he licked his lips once more. The sooner he was fed, the sooner he'd feel like he wasn't being driven insane. Bright eyes stared idly at Maris' open hand, and he transferred the leash from his hand to hers, quickly looking away. Led like a dog. Led like a wolf. The thought repulsed him. “I'd watch your pretty little hands when you tend the garden,” He stated, and murmured the last part, “Poison was a favourite of ours.” When he was trusted, he could walk around like a loyal pet? That thought repulsed him, too. Before he could object, Hana placed a tart in his hand and he eyed her cautiously before taking a few bites from it. Sweet. It was something, at least.

Tywla nearly laughed when she heard Cammen's responce. Ha! That was so like him! Then Tywla froze and her eyes widened. Initiation! She had almost forgot! After checking the 'closet' door to make sure that a certain vampire couldn't see her, Twyla threw on the black dress as fast as she could. Then she stuffed the other cloths into her closet roughly.

"Umm... Cammen? How does the initiation work?", Twyla asked him nervously, sticking her head out from a crack in her door. Then the future beta walked over to the vampire's door, and leaned in. "Are you awake?"

Ilia came closer. As close as she could to him inside her cage. She sniffed the air around him "Do I smell fear?" she asked. "Yes I think I do. You reek of it." she spat before turning around and walking to the far end of her cage and lying down in the sheets. Honestly she couldn't answer his question. She had no clue what to expect from him. She knew how the vampires acted, how they had treated their slaves but she was at a loss. What would he do to her? If it was anything like the things she had done...well she was in trouble.

Maris rolled her eyes at her sister. She wouldnt want Bane prancing about behind her without some kind of restraint...not that a leash would do much good. She felt the leash in her hand and for a moment felt out of place, this leash was around the neck of her race once, how many wolves had it strangled and choked.
Bane spoke with an heir of arrogance, as if anything she said didnt deserve to be acknowledged. She supposed that was a die hard habit he'd always have, from a time where werewolves were mere beasts and toys.
"Its no familiar feeling to me" she replied her voice drizzled with antipathy. "Dont mistake me for anyone who has taken part in any of your races unnatural games or sexual ploys the only eyes ive had peer at me in even a slightly violating manor by a vampire indivisual are your own" at this she looked away the fact he did making her skin crawl.
Then the fact her sister gave him a tart- she could already tell Hana didnt hold too much against the vampire, infact if Maris's gut feeling didnt decieve her Hana was probably hoping that they'd get like a house on fire...and they would...until the vampire got a chance to escape or worse...got his wicked way...
She squeezed her hand around the leash tightly.
"Lets go Bane before you start eating yourself" she muttered looking down at the leash and then back at Hana.
"Want to hold him?" she suggested holding the lead forward. She didnt much fancy being too close to him, she'd only been grateful that when he handed her the leash his cold skin didnt touch hers.

Hana smiled and took the leash "he doesn't have a rabies Maris." she laughed then turned to look and Bane she wouldn't treat him like a mutt "don't worry Bane I have been through worse much worse." she wasn't scared of a little poison... of course her neck less held a little dagger containing poison. "I think If i were you I would worry more about keeping my head on my neck around Maris." then she gave a slight smile and giggle teasing her sister was one of the better things to do.

Cammen stood at the door way, still leaning against its cold frame as he ran his fingers through his tousled hair. Everything in his body told him not to look at the cold creature gazing at him through the cell bars, if he stunk of fear, he wouldn't have been surprised. Born into slavery, ridiculed and humiliated, it had left all sorts of scars on the werewolf. Truthfully, he wished the alpha had decided to exterminate all of them, so that he wouldn't need to see their pale faces ever again. That notion was out of the question so he'd have to raise his hackles and dig in his heels, he would have to face his vampire at some point today. He would have to present himself at the superior being. His lips drew a white line as he clenched his jaw, his head snapping towards her as he took a couple strides so that he was towering over her. The only thing that stood between them was the steel-framed door with the bars.

“You!” Cammen nearly hissed, a low rumble that came from his throat. “We should've... they should've exterminated you!” Dark eyes narrowed with his eyebrows knit together, he gripped the bars and stared after her as she turned her back and sat at the far corner of the cage. “You, you are the prisoner here. Filthy leech.” Slamming his fist against the wall next to the bars, he cursed incoherently before pacing back to the door. This creature would drive him insane.

Twyla brought angry thoughts back and he calmed, taking a few deep breaths from his nose and then through his mouth. Werewolves were known to have insatiable angers, rage that would last a long time—they were never satisfied. Only a few things could bring them out of it, one of his was his childhood friend's voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, craning his head so that he could see Twyla peering from the crack of her door. “Y'know...” the Beta began, “Obstacles, there's a challenge involving a hunt, by yourself and then a duel with another wolf of your choosing that's on the same fighting ability as you.”

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Bane stood in place, wondering what was going through Maris' head. Honestly, he didn't care what she thought of him, they weren't on equal terms and his freedom had flown away like a caged bird. He wrinkled his nose at the thought, being a caged bird. Touching his hand to his chin, he glanced around the room (which was annoyingly well lit with vibrant candles, apparently, the sisters hadn't enjoyed the darkness of his old chambers). The vampire was an arrogant creature, once one of the grand entertainers of the royal family, he wasn't one of them but being in their presence everyday had it's perks. That was one piece of information that he wouldn't tell the sisters, as far as they knew, he was one of the princes. Prince Bane. The name had a certain ring to it and he couldn't help but have a twinge of a smile before dropping his hand back towards his neck, and the ratty, rank leather collar around his neck.

“Sexual ploys?” The Vampire nearly purred, staring at her dolefully. He smiled, throwing Hana a wink before he dropped his excavating hand to his side. “I assure you, my violating eyes are but curious in nature.” Though he somehow doubted that Maris hadn't been looked at by anyone else, unless she hadn't been born into the vampiric reign for very long. He wondered if Hana had suffered any of their “sexual ploys” or unfortunate games, asking would only threaten them and he was in a very vulnerable position. Finishing the tart and licking his lips, he gazed at Maris' hand which gripped his leash and glanced over at her sister, who seemed much more likeable by his standards. Perhaps she would be the one to protect him from any ill-givings or games any of the other werewolves tried to play with him?

Bane was surprised when Maris handed the leash over to Hana, but only raised a fine eyebrow in response. He wanted to make a comment about wolves having rabies, but held his tongue. When she turned to him, the Vampire smiled warmly in spite of his appetite nearly gurgling in his throat. The lush pumping at their necks still beckoned him forth, but he tried to keep the hunger from his eyes and relished the small tart. Although it was nothing compared to warm, dribbling blood. Nothing. “Duly noted, shall we go?” He asked, more rushed than he would've hoped.

Hana stared at Maris not really wanting a little vampire following her she began to walk up the steps to the exit, her number one goal. "Maris you can certainly keep him it would be my pleasure for you to take him later." she called as she reached the exit bursting through it and letting go of the leash on purpose and turning to Bane. we should have just killed the family so we wouldn't be in danger of losing the kingdom again. she took a glimpse at the door waiting for Maris to catch up, she lifted the leash back into her hands and sighed "carrying this is going to be a burden then having a vampire with me all the time too."

Ilia stared at him, completely un-phased. "So you do have some spark in you? Thank god. I was afraid this was going to be boring." she laughed after his little out break. He returned to the door and said something to the other werewolf that made her curious. "So when are you going to let me out of this thing?" she asked his as she stood up and walked around. "I know we only had you in here when we weren't with you and honestly it is a little cramped in here." she said as she walked around the cage.

Of course October had been awake for quite some time and had heard every little thing said in that time. October didn't sleep much; he hadn't since that day years and years ago when his family had been murdered and he'd been adopted. It was always his best interest to ignore Twyla until she either checked on him visually or got angry enough to try and hurt him. There was some sort of fun in that and it always gave him more to hate the bloody vampires with. So as she again asked if he awake after who he knew as Cammen mentioned her 'initiation' he decided he would answer if not to amuse her than himself.

"I've been awake for hours," he answered just loud enough for her to hear him. He'd never enjoyed speaking to her. October refused to think of her as his 'owner' as the other dog-things liked to call him. His eyes - which looked like some odd mixture between silver and orange - opened from their closed position. The dark was a problem for him in the conditions he was in; locked in a cage in a closet. If he could have decided where he would be locked up he would've chosen somewhere where he could move and smoke freely. But no; he got a closet. "So if you'd be so kind - which I doubt - stop speaking. It grates on my ears in the most annoying of ways." And as much as October hated rudeness he couldn't resist it when it came to the flea bag ridden things.

So he shut his eyes again and went back to thinking about things he had been thinking about before he was interrupted by Twyla's insistence to his conscious status. Things like what his life had been before the world flipped, what he had been able to do before he was locked in a cage, things he had enjoyed before they had been ripped away. Thinking about those things helped him hold onto his hatred because it was his hatred that made him who he was. Hating the werewolves made him October Taseck; he couldn't be himself without it.

Twyla turned around when she heard her vampire speak.

"So you are awake!", she said happily. She pulled a key off of her chain necklace, and unlocked the closet door. Although the cage bars separated them, Twyla could still see October quite well.

"And it doesn't matter if my voice grates on your ears; the more I talk to you the more you get used to it.", she added distainfully. She walked back over to her vanity table chair, and held her head in her hands.

Eyes glazing over dreamily, she said," I'm going to become a Beta today... then I get to have all sorts of privledges and stuff...". The soon-to-be Beta looked sternly at October," You know, your going to catch a cold with that kind of attitude."