elf king.

      “Fear is earned by action, not story.”

The elf seemed unperturbed by the other, eyes narrowed bur no
further trace of stress upon his being. He seemed to be growing
restless however, hints of a willingness to fight on his person if
it need be as his fingers twitched near his bleeding knife and his
lips suppressed a smile. He came from a battle hungry lands where
they would willingly run out into the forest to slay what evil remained  
there. However this man, this -vampire- wasn’t evil by birth and this
wasn’t Thranduil’s lands. He pulled his hand away from the knife,
instead folding his arms over his chest.

                 “My elves drink a cup of blood from the heart
                   of a fresh kill. Several of us have slayed our
                   own kind in war. We fight a necromancer
                   and spiders and spell every day in our woods.
                   We have fought against Sauron himself-
                                               and yet you say I must fear you.”

The elf shook his head, eyes almost laughing as he finally bared his
own teeth in mock of the animals his kin painted their faces as. He
drew breath into his chest, making it and his form swell with the
movement. “I have rarely gave into fear of darkness these past six
thousand years and I shall not start now. You grow full of yourself
on the blood and anxiety of the youthful folk but I am not young
and I am not scared. You’ll find me poisonous & I will fill you with
regret as long as you seek me.”

as much of a monster the vampire saw himself to be, the information
being given to him by the elf only deepened his contempt for their
kind. it was obvious that he could not strike any sort of fear into the
other. even more so with the way he was being spoken to and how
he was being shown that his actions were nothing compared to their
own. each word was laced with the same poison that the other spoke
of him being. the vampire’s gaze dropped to the side and the anger
thriving within his chest was becoming harder to withstand.

                      ❛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ.
                         ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴇᴀʀ ɪs ᴛᴏ sᴀᴜʀᴏɴ
                         ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ
                         ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs
                         ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀɴᴅ.  ❜

the more he spoke himself, the further his anger rose. he wanted the
elf away from him, wanted him off of his land and never to return. a
sigh escaped through his nostrils and he reached to his own neck,
pulling a chain from it and revealing a ring that hung from it. it was only
in vision for a moment before he brought it behind his back, pulling
the ring into the palm and feeling the immediate burn from the silver.
the pain was grounding and he was able to calm.

                     ❛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ
                        ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪs ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴀ
                        ᴛᴀᴄᴛɪᴄ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ. ɪғ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ
                        ᴏғ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀs, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ
                        ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
                        ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ
                        ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ. ❜