Originally posted by TwilightxGirl
Isolde and Ethanuel were sitting in one of the prime boxes in the arena. They had a pretty close view, There was a huge cage in the centre, and inside on the floor of it was a trap door...That would no doubt release all kinds of nasty things, At the far edge of the arena Isolde spotted the Lycans sitting on the front row Samia their leader was amongst them. At the east side of the arena was the warlocks, witches, mages, wizards, druids and many more, every creature known was there.
Ethanuel was glancing around the arena watching the different races and breeds taking their seats, Conversing with each other, Some were laughing and doing magic, some were reading, and some even looked bored as they were anxious for the gauntlet to start. Those of different Tribes. Clans, Covens and other factions who had enrolled to fight for glory were gathering in a line as each one had to wait for turn to enter the cage. Some were booing the oppositions and most especially the humans who were to be act as bait. Not a nice role to say the least...which one was going to die today no one could say. Ethanuel turned from looking at the crowd and glanced at his beautiful mate or his wife so to speak and smiled has he admired her features " So, My dear you seem a little quiet and not yourself today, You mustn't trouble yourself about these other factions for they have have been here, and we have been living like this and putting up with other since we came to be here...you right what you are saying they are beastly and unattractive to say the least but must we stir up unnecessary trouble and disturb the peace, That we have going, and carry on coexisting I don't like it any more than you do my love, But hasn't it always been the way ? "
Malachi was sitting behind the other witches and wizards that were sitting there in the arena. H e had a evil smirk on his face...Did these other factions think upon the ones with magic were stupid, Quite the contrary they were gifted and highly in tuned with things in more ways than one because had they not known that Isolde and Ethanuel were being overheard even from the other side of the arena by Him the darkest warlock in the underworld,~ so they are growing tired are they, maybe we have growing tired of you as well, pampered and treated like something you are not, your tmie of doom is coming and you ain't going to see it coming ~ He thought to himself but blocked his thoughts so none other could overhear him.