A Knight In Jail

[Walter Grace]

(( Get it? It's a play on words! :"D Walter and Steele private RP ))

Walter sat in his cell, listening to the complaints of the werewolves in other cells. The jail had grown bigger and expanded, so they fit in the captured easily. Walter was alone in a cell. He had attacked Namari and Phillis when Phillis had told him Denzel never loved him. And, of course, ended up in jail for a few days. Namari promised him it was only until he calmed down. It was dark outside as Walter sat on the cold metal bench. The demon began whistling a small tune as he looked through the window at the top of his cell. The stars shined bright, and Walter was calm.

He missed Denzel an incredible ammount. He had come to terms that he didn't actually love Namari like that, but just wanted to replace Denzel. To get rid of his pain. But to no avail.

So Walter sat in his human form, staring up at the stars, wishing for all of the pain to just stop, and dissappear.

[Steele]

"Make way, make way!" A guard alerted the other guards. The other guards stood ready. Steele walked in, his body had claw marks and bite marks from all the fighting that had taken place earlier.
"These bars a magic, so if you even think about escaping you'll regret it."
Steele rolled his eyes. Like bars would ever hold him. He walked into his cell, his paw pads stepping on the ground caused a big thud sound every-time he walked. The guards quickly closed the door behind him and locked it. He looked up and around his cell for the first time, they were a lot bigger, otherwise Steele would've had to crouch to avoid the ceiling.
That was when he saw him, his worst enemy, Walter. Steele growled at the site of him, remembering what Walter had told him last time. The fight with Balius had taken a lot out of him, in fact he'd be dead right now if it wasn't for Yemet's healing capabilities. The guards refused to give any treatment to his wounds, either they were unable or just unwilling.
Steele got on all fours growling at Walter,
"Of all thee' places in thee' country, ye' wind up here? Somehow ah' din't think that's a coincidence..." He says.
A werewolf tries to escape from the bars by ramming it and is instantly electrocuted. The werewolf fell to the ground, alive but wounded.
Steele looked back at Walter. "now listen lad', ye' jus' stay away from me nd' we'll all be bonnie...got it?"

[Walter Grace]

"Oh please, Steele, I have better things to worry about..." Walter muttered, running a hand through his hair. "So I see you and your pack were captured. Good job."

[Steele]

"Aye' ah' see ye' were captured too demon." Steele says observing him. "Ah' din't suppose' it had anythin' ti' do with Denzel does it?" He grins knowing how much that got on Walter's nerves.

[Walter Grace]

Walter stood up. "Listen here Steele. Shut your face, I wont kill you. I already want to do that, so stop. I could go on and on about Namari, but when I saw her bringing in some of the werewolves I saw she had her bracelet on. I suppose you're lucky in that sense. I suppose you'll definitely want to kill me, too, after hearing what I did to get me in here."

[Steele]

Steele tilted his head confused. "What ye' did ti' get in here? Lad what did' ye' do?" He asked.He growled again, "Nd' furthermore why thee fuck would ah' want ti' kill ye' ova' it?"

[Walter Grace]

"Well, Namari and I went to Phillis because I had been fawning over her, trying to fill the gab than Denzel left. She left Avaleur, you see. And Namari was telling Phillis to get me to stop. He commented, saying that Denzel never loved me. The pure darkness in me took over, and I attacked him, Namari attacked me, I threw her to the wall and tried choking her. Hence why she has bruises on her neck. They apprehended me, and now I sit here waiting to be let out, to which Namari promised would happen,"

Walter smiled. "So, long story short, although having no control over myself, overall I tried to kill your girlfriend."

[Steele]

Like any boyfriend would if they learned someone tried to kill their girlfriend, Steele furiously leaped at Walter, Claws ready to tear out his throat!

[Walter Grace]

(( Sorry my friend, watching a movie too, I'll still try to reply though!! ))

Walter dodged to the side, narrowly missing Steele's claws, and chuckled a bit. "Clearly she isn't mad now, I mean, she forgave me! I didn't mean to, Steele, you know when you go feral? Well, when all of my pure evil comes out, its like that."

[Steele]

(It's cool, I'm drawing a blue and white kick ass werewolf, famous in North America...not so much in Japan where he was made)

Steele growled as his claws hit the wall and got stuck in them. He yanked trying to get them out of the wall.
"Ye' son of a bitch! Tis not enough that' ye' had ti' try nd' take her away from me, but then ye' tried ti' kill her!?" He used his footpaw to push off the wall and get his claws out.
He snarled, "Ah' swear ti' god if ye' eva' put yer' hands on her again I'll fuckin' kill ye'! Ah' din't care if ah' hev' ti' track ye' doon' ti' the edge of thee planet!"

The other werewolves were quiet now, most were just coming up for a plan on how to get out of the jail cell.

[Walter Grace]

"Look, I understand where you are coming from, but really. No need to get worked up. I do regret it, though," to get Steele even more angry, because Walter was slightly irritated at this point, he smirked, "I mean, if I hadn't gotten mad at Phillis I probably would have truly fell for her. Probably would have stolen her heart as well."

[Steele]

This pissed Steele off even more, he dashed again at Walter at great speed, he balled his handpaw up in a fist this time about to deliver a devastating blow to Walter.

[Walter Grace]

Walter was punched into the bars of the cell. He gasped out in pain, colapsing to the ground. Walter was as weak as a human right now, with Dante placing a spell on him so that he would not turn into a demon. But all Walter did was fall to his knees, blood trickling down his lips, and laughing. Just a small chuckle, but laughed none the less.

"Ohh please, Steele, Namari is much too in love with you, even after breaking her heart. I suppose some love is meant to leave, and others are like a bird that will always come back..." Walter coughed up some blood, tears in his eyes but a smile on his face.

[Steele]

Steele tilted his head again, why wasn't Walter changing? Was he mocking him? Was he trying to prove a point? Steele'es face went from angry to confused, back to angry. He walked over to Walter nad grabbed him by his shirt collar, lifting him up, though the claws just dug into his shirt.
"Ah' din't get ye' lad. Yer a special trained demon, sent here on a mission but ye' end up fallen in love with a fanger' (Vampire). Then ye' go through all thee' trouble of resurrectin' her jus' ti' hev' her depressed nd' pissed off again. Ye' hev' thee power ti' fix all yer' problems, Aye' ah' din't like ye' at all when yer' a demon but not bein' one's gotten ye' into tis' mess. If ye' would jus' control yerself' life would be bonnie lad." He set Walter down.
"Furthermore ye' can ACT LIKE A MAN!" Steele said shaking him.
"What's thee matta' wit' ye'?" He lightly smacks Walter across the face.
"Man sittin' in jail cryin' like a woman? Oh Denzel Oh Denzel, what can I do? Of course not." Steele let's go of him and sighs.
"If Denzel is givin' ye' tis' much of a hard time ti' thee point where yer' punchin' people in thee face, then ye' should jus' talk ti' her. If she doesn't want ti' be spoken to, then fuck it, she's sort of a bitch anyway..."

[Walter Grace]

"I didn't have a chance, Steele, I don't understand...no offense, but it's so much less likely you and Namari were to stay together, being from two different worlds practically...Denzel and I couldn't have been closer, and..." Walter let out a sigh. "Please don't call her a bitch...to me, she was an angel, a beautiful, lovely woman I would have stayed with til the end of my days...and Steele, don't tell me to be a man when you were probably even more upset than I was when you and Namari broke up." Walter looked at Steele straight in the eyes.

[Steele]

"Well ah'..." Steele held his tongue. Walter had gotten him there, he was very upset when he and Namari broke up. So much that Ranulf was worried about him.
He sighed and sat down on his hind legs.
"It wasn't as if we didn't hev' difficulties. When ah' was exiled from me' pack ah' was homeless. If it wasn't fir' Namari things would be extremely different. She let me move in with her, Benny nd' Peter. (WHY do I remember their names lol)
Nd' boy ah' din't kno' how she put up with me back then. Ah was thee most ungrateful bastard that eva' lived, if ah' were Namari ah' would've kicked myself out in a hurry, but Namari was always caring and patient. She showed more care for me than anyone else in me' entire life. It wasn't until afta' thee tournament that ah' knew that. Afta' that things were different, ah was less stubborn nd' nicer. Ah' thought befor' ah' acted. Namari got used ti' me changin' durin' full moons, thee first time she kind've freaked oot'. We jus' learned a lot aboot' each otha' ova' time."
He looked at Walter.
"If a werewolf nd' and elf can find love, ye' can too Walter. If yer' absolutely positive she's the one...then go get her. Ye' can't give up. Punchin' people in thee face, especially if they're your king, will make things worse."

[Walter Grace]

"She's gone. Left. I don't know where she's going, she doesn't want me to know. I am absolutely positive she was the one for me...I just guess that I wasn't the one for her," Walter chuckled bitterly, sliding down the door bars and sitting on the floor.

[Steele]

Steele looked questionably at Walter, he'd never seen him like this before. Walter always used to be so laid back, human and demon form but right now, he was a mess.
Steele almost began to pity the demon.
"Well listen lad', if ye' jus.." all of the sudden his whole body went stiff and the sound of electricity was heard. He roared and fell to the ground, behind him was a guard with a staff.
"He's down!" The guard called. Two more guards came and tied Steele's hands together.
"Starting a fight in jail? Haven't you done enough for one night mutt?" Another guard said.
Steele twitched, his claws accidentally digging into floor. He was just shocked at a voltage that would kill an average human.
The guard shook his head, he was middle aged. His helmet covered his hair and he had a full beard. Across his face was a scar like Steele's, no doubt from claws.
He violently kicked Steele while he was down.
"What are you doing!?" Another guard exclaimed. All the werewolves were watching now. Some yelled out curse words, all were angry.
"This is the bastard that took Emily..." He nodded to the third guard who closed the jail cell door and locked it from the outside.
The man with the beard rolled up his sleeves and walked around the cell.
"If he so much as moves shock him again." He says to the guard with the staff.
"What are we suppose to tell Commander Roland?" The guard asks.
"Tell him he was resisting....and we had to take him down." The guard with the beard replied.
"Oi...yer' real tough when...ye' hide behind otha's." Steele says breathing heavily, mocking the bearded guard.
The bearded guard quickly takes out a dagger and stabs Steele's footpaw with it. Steele instantly roars out in pain and swipes at the guard but is electrocuted again by the guard with the staff who was wide eyed at what was happening.
Steele was in a great amount of pain, he was convulsing on the floor.
"Mr. Ryan stop this madness!" The guard shouted. "You can't do this, the other prisoners will revolt!"
The bearded guard, Mr. Ryan, looked at the sorcerer.
"When it's your daughter who's killed, you'll know how I feel."
He looked at Walter,
"Stay put. This will be done soon."
Steele groaned and almost whimpered, the shocks were taking a lot out of him. His fur was smoking and he had burn marks on him.

"Mr. Don't just stand there, you have to help him." A smaller werewolf said to Walter, it was as close to the cage as it could be without getting shocked.
"They're going to kill him."

[Walter Grace]

No matter what anger Walter ever felt towards Steele, he really did still concider him a friend. And watching his friend being mistreated, he didn't even need to be told by the small werewolf to do something about it.

"Hey, fuck off!" Walter barked out, standing up and wiping the blood off of his lips. "As a knight of Avaleur, I ORDER you to leave. I'm being let out in a few days, and I will make your life a living hell if you do not let my friend there go!" Walter then lunged at Mr Ryan, attempting to tackle him to the ground.

[Steele]

Mr. Ryan was caught by surprise that Walter charged at him, but he was still a trained middle-aged guard. The force took him against one of stone walls, but he was still on his feet. He used the wall to help push Walter off of him, but it wasn't a very powerful push.
He drew out his sword and pointed it at Walter,
"If you were truly a knight as you say, then you would never be in jail and you would never let a criminal like this continue to live!" He looked to the guard with the staff.
"Fry him."
The guard looked bewildered.
"Mr. Ryan have you gone mad? This staff is a lethal weapon intended for subduing very large animals and demons. It will kill a man!"
Mr. Ryan looked at the guard.
"Do it!"
The guard shook his head no.

The werewolves were all shouting to Walter, telling him to kick the guards ass, etc.
Steele was twitching on the ground in pain. Much to his surprise Walter was....fighting for him??? What? Walter could have easily stood aside while the guards finished him off, wasn't that what he wanted? He was unarmed against two armed guards. He would never beat them in that form unless he was some fighting expert. The question was if the roles had been reversed, would Steele have ever done the same thing?
Steele growled summoning whatever strength he had to roll onto his stomach so he could get on all fours.
"Betta'...watch oot' lad, tis' one's lost it." Steele says to Walter. His footpaw still had the dagger inside of it. He reached down and with great reluctance, began to pull it out. The pain was immense, he gritted his sharp teeth and growled loudly the whole time. Blood ran out from the wound making a small puddle underneath his footpaw.
He tossed the dagger to Walter and got on all fours, limping slightly, growling at the other guard.

"Fine....you want to help this mutt, then you'll die with him!" Mr. Ryan says swiping at Walter with his sword.