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"Hello."
Latrell was lying on the floor- truthfully, he had been for hours. He was always lying on the floor, waiting for sleep or death to take hold of him- whichever came first.
Both of those luxuries evaded him.
"Ahem. Hello...?"
A stranger was banging on the bars that separated Latrell from his freedom, and Latrell knew who it was. Ava's mate. He could smell the cat, whom Ava had referred to as "Demi"- Latrell has met him when he had been presented to Demi by Ava like a trophy. In Ava's eyes, he most definitely was. If Demi could stand being around Ava long enough to become mates with her... well, he couldn't be much different, could he?
"I know you're awake," the cat growled, pounding on the bars once more. "I know I've woken you up by now."
"You got me," Latrell breathed out, his voice hoarse and shaky. He hadn't wanted to talk to Demi, but all the racket the tiger was making was driving the little cat insane. "What do you want?"
"Cutting right to the chase, huh?"
Latrell did not answer.
"It's about the olum. I know you know about them, and you have information that could help us defeat them."
"Defeat them? You live in the city. They're our problem, not yours." He was right, Latrell told himself; the olum were of least concern to the hunters... unless, perhaps, they wanted to team up.
"They attacked us. They've killed some of us and terrorized the city... the outskirts of the city used to bustle with life." Demi let out a wistful sigh. "Now, it is quiet. Nobody goes by the outskirts. Nobody wants to be the next victim."
Latrell had to admit that he felt sympathy deep down... he wanted everybody to be happy. But, at that moment, he had no reason to believe that any of what Demi said was true. He would not release crucial information to a shady stranger on the hope that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be endangering the lives of his family with the knowledge he shared.
And Latrell had changed inside the hellish city of Rome; he'd become more angry. Anger was an emotion that he certainly felt at that moment, and it nearly drowned out all sympathy he had.
"Well, isn't that nice to know? You guys have to leave one part of this huge city while we have to deal with our 'neighbors' all the time. We don't get to hide. You get so riled up when any part of your lifestyle is messed with, it's pathetic."
"We just need to know information, sir." Demi was doing his best not to get offended, but Latrell knew that a few more comments could make him angry. He could do that.
"Have you ever considered that the world doesn't revolve around you? I once thought that some of you were good... but you all have quite the superiority complex going on." Latrell flicked his ear- it was the only time he had moved during their entire conversation. "Your girlfriend is the worst of them all."
"Sir, this is not about personal matters."
Latrell kept going on, blocking out what Demi said; he wanted to vent to somebody else besides Quentin about just how much Ava got under his skin.
"You know, I've been wondering why Ava hasn't been visiting her favorite little trophies. I dunno, I guess I forgot about you... but you came in, and it hit me. You must've knocked her up."
"Leave my family out of this--"
"Well, Demi, here's what I can do for you; I can keep talking shit about your family while you sit here and listen... or you can stop interrogating me and move along."
With a growl, he heard the tiger begin to walk away from him, and Latrell relished the silence.
Finally.
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word count: 644 // 2 denii
art type: simple // 3 denii
assignment bonus // 10 denii
total denii: 15 denii
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AYYY i am officially 1/3 of the way thru assignments YEET i only have 2 weeks to finis h the rest ( :
i wouldve drawn demitri but like,,, i had 0 time and motivation
EHHH I'LL TAG HIM ANYWAY BC HES IN THE STORY
demitrius (c) Lilium-Iris
Latrell was lying on the floor- truthfully, he had been for hours. He was always lying on the floor, waiting for sleep or death to take hold of him- whichever came first.
Both of those luxuries evaded him.
"Ahem. Hello...?"
A stranger was banging on the bars that separated Latrell from his freedom, and Latrell knew who it was. Ava's mate. He could smell the cat, whom Ava had referred to as "Demi"- Latrell has met him when he had been presented to Demi by Ava like a trophy. In Ava's eyes, he most definitely was. If Demi could stand being around Ava long enough to become mates with her... well, he couldn't be much different, could he?
"I know you're awake," the cat growled, pounding on the bars once more. "I know I've woken you up by now."
"You got me," Latrell breathed out, his voice hoarse and shaky. He hadn't wanted to talk to Demi, but all the racket the tiger was making was driving the little cat insane. "What do you want?"
"Cutting right to the chase, huh?"
Latrell did not answer.
"It's about the olum. I know you know about them, and you have information that could help us defeat them."
"Defeat them? You live in the city. They're our problem, not yours." He was right, Latrell told himself; the olum were of least concern to the hunters... unless, perhaps, they wanted to team up.
"They attacked us. They've killed some of us and terrorized the city... the outskirts of the city used to bustle with life." Demi let out a wistful sigh. "Now, it is quiet. Nobody goes by the outskirts. Nobody wants to be the next victim."
Latrell had to admit that he felt sympathy deep down... he wanted everybody to be happy. But, at that moment, he had no reason to believe that any of what Demi said was true. He would not release crucial information to a shady stranger on the hope that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be endangering the lives of his family with the knowledge he shared.
And Latrell had changed inside the hellish city of Rome; he'd become more angry. Anger was an emotion that he certainly felt at that moment, and it nearly drowned out all sympathy he had.
"Well, isn't that nice to know? You guys have to leave one part of this huge city while we have to deal with our 'neighbors' all the time. We don't get to hide. You get so riled up when any part of your lifestyle is messed with, it's pathetic."
"We just need to know information, sir." Demi was doing his best not to get offended, but Latrell knew that a few more comments could make him angry. He could do that.
"Have you ever considered that the world doesn't revolve around you? I once thought that some of you were good... but you all have quite the superiority complex going on." Latrell flicked his ear- it was the only time he had moved during their entire conversation. "Your girlfriend is the worst of them all."
"Sir, this is not about personal matters."
Latrell kept going on, blocking out what Demi said; he wanted to vent to somebody else besides Quentin about just how much Ava got under his skin.
"You know, I've been wondering why Ava hasn't been visiting her favorite little trophies. I dunno, I guess I forgot about you... but you came in, and it hit me. You must've knocked her up."
"Leave my family out of this--"
"Well, Demi, here's what I can do for you; I can keep talking shit about your family while you sit here and listen... or you can stop interrogating me and move along."
With a growl, he heard the tiger begin to walk away from him, and Latrell relished the silence.
Finally.
--
word count: 644 // 2 denii
art type: simple // 3 denii
assignment bonus // 10 denii
total denii: 15 denii
--
AYYY i am officially 1/3 of the way thru assignments YEET i only have 2 weeks to finis h the rest ( :
i wouldve drawn demitri but like,,, i had 0 time and motivation
EHHH I'LL TAG HIM ANYWAY BC HES IN THE STORY
demitrius (c) Lilium-Iris
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