Even though she had spoken to him, nothing all that obedient at that, Ulrica was actually surprised to see that the man didn't seem to react at all, he just watched her. Through the smell of death that radiated from the male, she could smell that familiar scent that was close to his father; if it weren't for the fact that vampires smelled like death first and something else later, one could have said the smell was pleasant. The old master always had an old money smell; he wore cologne (though that just made things worse for the wolf), but beneath it was the smell of old woods and varnish with a floral hint; this man wasn't too far off, though he seemed to forgo the cologne, or at least as much.

His lack of response was rather surprising; with what she had done, her talking back would have lead to a quick response from the other. As his gaze remained locked steady on her, the woman made sure to keep her own glare locked on him; her grey eyes darkening to almost the blackness of the ring that surrounded the much brighter color. It was definitely a glare of defiance, even in the werewolf world maintaining eye contact was viewed as a sort of defiance or challenge; he was new though and if he proved to give away any hint that he was weak, the wolf planned to be all over that in a flash.

Eventually the man sighed, lifting a hand; an action that caused the woman to unwillingly flinch. Though he wasn't near her, the action could have been far from harmless when the man's father was the one that would pay her visits. Her eye contact broke when she jumped, her gaze falling to the cold floor beneath her; not that she could really tell as her body temperature was much warmer than most other beings.

Nothing ever came from his hand lifting, no pain at least and it was at that point he spoke; his voice seeming dark, almost velvety though perhaps the most startling part was that it was calm and that calm almost seemed to give hint to a kindness that could possibly lay beneath his skin. Ulrica wasn't a fool though, at least not entirely; the words betrayed whatever kindness could have tried to taunt the wolf woman. After all, vampires were hunters, hunters that were designed to lure in human prey and make them feel pleasure, rather than fear. They were a horribly deceitful race full of lies, smoke and mirrors.

After he spoke, the woman's eyes locked on him again, though is attention was no longer focused on the staring contest that had moments before. Baring her teeth, she growled, "And your the next corpse taking the leash I see."

Again, it was like she was ignored; almost as though she hadn't said anything to begin with, with the way this man behaved. It annoyed her; his predecessor seemed much more quick to react to things she said or did, granted, it was also part of the reason she guarded her tongue and behaviors more often than not. It felt as though the room dropped a few degrees when the man spoke again; the warning and threat in his words seemed to stop the woman's breath as his golden orbs slowly made their way up to her grey ones. Both were predatory creatures, but there was something about this man and the way those words came out that made him feel like the hunter, a far more dangerous one than his father had been.

Her mouth hung slight ajar, her body still as her orbs remained locked on his; it was as though her very nerve endings were trying to cause her to disappear, to not be noticed by this man. It was then that she realized why. The fear that had cause her to freeze up soon gave way to a burning sensation quite literally in her head. Her eyes widened as her teeth clenched, but the pain didn't lessen, rather it seemed to burn even more intensely as she tried to will it away. It wasn't a burn from fire or another heat source, but something far more dangerous to the wolf: silver.

Her skull seemed to burning with a white, hot flame that felt like it could easily split it apart if it really wanted to. The woman's eyes furrowed as her hands went to her head, extended nails poking the flesh beneath her hair as though it would help to let the pain out. As her shackled hand rose, the silver bracelet fell down her arm till it stopped part way up her forearm; the trail to where it stopped leaving vibrant, pink irritated skin as though it were burned. Where the cuff rest, the skin was growing more and more red with every passing moment and it almost seemed to smoke as it quite literally burned her skin.

Falling from her half seated position, the werewolf curled around herself, tears falling from clenched eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she breathed out, the words nearly lost as a scream ripped from the woman's throat as her back legs pawing uselessly at the ground as though they were trying to push her further from the man, but not really doing anything. "I'm sorry," she whispered over and over again as the pain seemed to start numbing her senses.

Silver was a known material to be the quickest way to harm a wolf and over the many years of vampires using it on her, Ulrica had grown very sensitive to the metal. Not to mention, once they figured out they could get silver powder and use that, things got a lot worse. If they were in a foul mood, which seemed to be quite frequent, they would hide it in her food or water. Much like the powder, especially being in something she ingested, this burning feeling seemed just as bad, if not worse for she couldn't reach it to try and make it stop.

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