[b] Kang/ xAsunawolfx collab- Issac& Delilah [/b]
Isaac let out a sigh, disappointed that she'd been leaving the grounds without permission. "Little one, you know that you've been doing something you shouldn't, sneaking out like that." He readjusted her seat and the implements on the table, since she had yet to tell him what she wanted to eat. "You know I'm going to have to tell your father about this, we can't have you going so close to the forest, especially without someone to watch you." He shook his head, thinking there was nothing else for him to add to it, and deciding that they were going to wait for Vlad to get back before doing anything else. 

"Y-you're gonna tell Daddy?!" Delilah asked, close to shouting with pink cheeks blushing in unison with the sudden rush of thinking daddy might be mad. As far as she could remember, dad had never gotten real mad and kept a calm composure for the most part .Issac then let out an apologetic sigh at her outburst, thinking it better in hindsight to just tell Vlad when he returned or next saw him, and shook his head at his mistake, there was just something about her that...

Over sized, fluffy ears Delilah had yet to grow into flattened against her blonde curls, almost completely hidden. She was worried because her offences had never gotten larger than a bed gone unmade, or a door slammed- not running out in the wilderness unsupervised. Sadness swelled in her eyes, as delicate and vivid as a lone flower bending under the wind that would soon uproot it. Her hands clasped together at her thighs over her silk nightgown, and she looked down into them, nodding slowly.

"Okay, Iss. I feel sad...." She murmured, running her tongue over her fangs that would protrude out of her gums whenever a negative feeling would pass by her- they throbbed and ached. Issac watched on in silence, thinking of what to say to comfort her. Delilah sat quietly, thinking to herself. [i] He can't tell Daddy, he will never.... let me outside again. He doesn't understand it was the last place i saw mommy... [/i]Delilah's left hand moved to the table top and found a butter knife next to her vacant plate.

While she continued to think to herself, she didn't even realized she'd put the tip of the knife to the expensive table cloth, and drag it towards her, creating a rip in the cloth. All this occurred in such a short space of time that it caught Issac off guard, as he stretched out his hand thinking she was going to hurt herself. [i]And if i stop looking for her, I'll never find her....! I c-can't let him leave until i find mom [/i], Delilah glanced at Issac, still as innocent as ever, but with red eyes paired with flawless, porcelain skin. She didn't know her strong thoughts themselves would cause a friend a little pain and much trouble, all she knew is that her own blood boiled with such anger she bottled in. 

The pain and trouble was, in fact, Delilah's powers manifesting and unknowingly being used by her on Issac. The effect wasn't major, or strong, but it caused the blood in his veins to thicken and slow. Needless to say, this caused him problems, in the form of a throbbing head, numbness towards the ends of him limbs, and he had a slightly harder time moving. It only took a moment for Issac to realize what was happening, and it almost made him take his other form on instinct, but he resisted the urge, "Little one, please calm d-"

It was at this moment that his master and Delilah's mother entered the hall, which caused Issac to immediately stand up straighter and turn around to face them, though it the slight signs of shakiness would be noticeable to Vlad, "Sir..." He said in a tone to not cause worry, but let Vlad know he needed to talk to him. Delilah peeked around Issac after sulking behind him with the noise of a loud interest. Her father's eyes lit up. Yes, he was happy, but not for long. She smiled weakly and the dimness of her overall composure of guilt would be just as noticeable as Issac's shakiness. 

Wait...who was that women next to her father? She was so beautiful, even the way her tattered dress hung to her curves and how her hair would fall in a mess of burrs, roses, and raven hair. Her scent was all to familiar, it reminded Delilah of the place she was at before this where her mother would make pancakes, with strawberries, and sugars. Delilah wouldn't talk too much at the kitchen table, not concerned about mattered but the fact that her plate was drowned in syrup so much, she would eat quickly so she could spoon the spare syrup out of the plate before her pancakes would take it all. 

Her mother. 

Delilah's eyes brightened and she ran towards this women, hugging her waist and placing her hair on the women's abdomen. Last time she would've seen her daughter, her head would've only make it to her lower thighs. "Daddy, you found her." She wrapped her tail around the back of her mother's knees, but something didn't feel quite right. Her mother was fine, but she didn't know why the presence of her mother made her wonder more about the presence next to her- it didn't match up to the memories being with her brought back. Her father always took care of his family which was his number one thing in life, but he brought this women back looking like she'd survive war. Who was that face, blurred in her memories around the hotel kitchen table?