"He's hurt, isn't he?" Vonndrake questioned Paer when he and the two werewolves walked into his domain. A well furnished domain that is. The man had taken his time to search for rarities scattered across the world to satisfy his exquisite taste.
The tan wolf lowered his head and emitted a pained groan. Gone was his left eye, and in its place was a disgusting, clotted mess oozing with blood and pus. Vonndrake narrowed his eyes at him. "I wasn't referring to you…"
"Yes milord, my arrow did a good job but I fear he's still alive. The poison wasn't strong enough to truly bring upon his demise. Merely put him into unconsciousness at the most," Paer muttered, dropping his weapon beside his feet.
"He took my eye away…" Blox growled.
"I don't care about your eye. And to lose to a mere pup?" Vonndrake snarled and the wolf crouched, tucking his tail in between his shivering hindquarters. "If I wasn't in a good mood I would kill you. Now leave my presence before I get pissed."
"Yes, milord," Blox whined and left without haste. Eril was close behind his heels. Paer couldn't help chuckle. The two werewolves were new recruits and still needed to learn their places in the hierarchy. 'Blox will end up dead with that hard-headedness of his…' Paer thought.
"It seems the boy is getting a hang of his wolfen nature," he said. "I was shocked to see him in wolf skin while it was freshly evening. Ones like him usually rely on the moon or nightly impulses to change them." Vonndrake smiled slightly. He briefly paused at the window overlooking the land before sitting upon his much-favoured armchair.
"He's going to be a fine addition to the pack. But if he's stubborn about it…well, you know what I'm getting at," he murmured. Paer grinned, nodding once.
"You're out of your mind if you think he's siding with you!" Zelda yelled. Vonndrake raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh, I didn't notice that you were still awake my dear. You should get some rest; it's quite late," he said in a low tone, giving her a slight grin. "In the mean time do keep quiet. I have some important affairs to tend to." The princess clenched her teeth and gave him a despotic look. She was still tied up and found it laughable at the idea of her getting 'some rest'. It was uncomfortable to have her hands tied behind her, and her feet bound. 'Goddesses…would it kill him to loosen my ropes a bit?' She thought fiercely.
"Why would you care what we do with him? The last time I remember, you were talking so much ill against him," Paer sneered. "As far as I'm concerned you're nothing more than a dirty little hypocritical bitch." That made Zelda more furious but she kept her mouth shut. Arguing would be pointless at the moment.
"I doubt he enjoys being the centre of all hate," Vonndrake added, stroking his black beard. "Two long months of bitterness, sharp tongued people who blame him for the dumbest of things... it's enough to drive the sincerest of person over the edge." Zelda looked over at him.
"And how would you know?" she questioned. Vonndrake motioned over to Paer. "Huh, Mr. Ratter. How pathetic." She turned her attention back to the black bearded man. "Besides, Link will never join you, no matter what." Vonndrake leaned forwards in his chair.
"Why do you think you're here with me, just for the hell of it?" he said. "I'm going to bait you. And with you as bait I control him. He loves you too much to deny siding with me. And if he still resents, things will get ugly." Zelda shook her head. Something didn't make sense.
"But why? Wouldn't you rather kill him?" she wondered.
"It's such a waste killing a good werewolf. He's young, strong, posses great potential," Vonndrake expounded. Then his expression turned dark. "More importantly, he has my daughter's essence in his veins. That girl was foolish enough to fall in love with him, and now she's dead. But it doesn't matter now." Zelda felt sick. It was obvious this man didn't have any remorse for his daughter, Nisih. 'How can he be so heartless, to reject your only flesh and blood?' she thought. With a deep sigh Vonndrake rose up to his feet and headed for the door.
"Tomorrow sounds like a good day for more round ups, don't you agree Paer?" he said. His follower nodded eagerly.
"As with any day milord," he laughed. Vonndrake blew out the only two candles lighting the domain and left the princess in total darkness.
"Good night," Vonndrake said and left out the door. Zelda let out a choked sob.
"Goddesses…please help me," she whispered, tears framing her face.
"What happened to your eye Blox?" a werewolf chuckled when he and Eril walked into the soldier barracks. "I heard that puppy got the best of you." The others also laughed at him. Blox snarled at him. Great, now the others were mocking him. And why shouldn't they? They had every reason to. Blox was at least twenty-five years old in Hylian years, a werewolf in his prime. He should have more fighting experience than Link. Losing was humiliatingly shameful.
"Keep on laughing," he spat, sitting upon his flat bed. A couple of seconds later and he was in Hylian skin again. Eril looked at him.
"You're not going to let him get away, are you?" he wondered. Blox bared sharp teeth at him.
"Hell no!" he shouted. "He took my eye away. What part of that don't you understand! I'm going to kill that little shit!" Eril nodded slowly. "When I get my strength back the first thing I'm going after is Link. He doesn't deserve to live another hour for doing this to me!" He took in a breath and let out a ragged growl. Rest, he needn't that more than anything at the moment. But he was just too angry to simply lie down and do so. Too angry to think straight…he would storm out the barracks and hunt Link down if given the chance. He knew better, though.
"I'm off to bed," Eril sighed, and disappeared from Blox's sight. "Tomorrow night we go after him." Blox frowned. Whatever day or time, as long as he got revenge. He finally lay down to rest and stared out a small, narrow window. The throbbing pain in his head wouldn't let him sleep…
Note: Bah, I don't like this chapter…I've haven't been writing for a long time, so expect the language to change a bit.I'M OVER MY WRITER'S BLOCK! Oh, and expect some meaningless violence soon. Ooh, I smell a fight brewing. Yay for violence ;
