Fyren already gave his own word to Voltrick in the dungeon after his beastly outburst when he arrived with Aidan. Now its Murdoc's turn to give Voltrick a word of his own.

Setting: The depths of the dungeon within one of The Ministry's fortresses.
Who's in the room so far: Voltrick and Murdoc
Time: After Voltrick returned with Aidan and attempted to attack Fyren.

Voltrick sat, chained to the cold stone wall, upon an old, splinter infested bench. His head hung low, eyes shut; a wary look upon his face.

"I'm not a slave. Fyren has no place to speak." Voltrick quieted a moment as he thought to himself. Why would Murdoc ally himself with Fyren? And then allow him to stop me from killing him?! He deserves to die! By my claws, nonetheless!

Murdoc stepped slowly down the staircase with a rather solemn expression. He had been reflecting upon his little 'talk' with Aidan just before coming down to the dungeon. Can't say it left him in a more positive mood, especially when he grazed shoulders with Fyren just before entering the cellar doors. That smug look the cat had left Murdoc questioning. He assumed Voltrick and Fyren had somehow met before...But why wonder about it when he could simply ask Voltrick himself?

Finally reaching the lower dungeon, it was extremely dark, save for the faint gleam of a candle reflecting against Voltrick's sullen face.

"That's a rather thoughtful expression for you." Murdoc commented, noticing Voltrick's features. "You always seem to have an angered look, even alone."

Murdoc crossed his arms, leaning a shoulder against the nearest wall in a position that suggested he was merely here to talk.

Voltrick quickly came to a stand as Murdoc spoke. Not exactly lashing out as he did with Fyren, but enough to show some seriousness in his stature.

"Why would you allow that.. SCUM be allied with you? Fyren has no place here, he deserves to be torn apart!" Voltrick's tone became louder; being riled up further as he continued. The mere thought of Fyren nearby, let alone allied with Murdoc, infuriated him uncontrollably.

"And to allow him to stop me while he was in my grasp is an insult!" Voltrick's breaths became heavier as more anger arose. "And now I'm chained here while he sits with leisure he has NEVER earned!"

Murdoc kept silent after Voltrick's final outburst, which echoed throughout the empty dungeon level. He couldn't help but think this was an ironic situation Voltrick was in now. Mentioning himself chained whereas he could instead by 'tearing' Fyren apart. Was he so vengeful to completely forget where he was?

"I take it something happened between you two," Murdoc began rather coyly, removing himself from the stone wall to continue a leisurely pace around Voltrick with a little smirk. "Why don't you tell me about it."

Voltrick was so riled up about Fyren, he had already forgotten about what happened the last time he had an outburst infront of Murdoc. A nice voice changing experience along with a nice scar through his throat is evidence of that.

"Ever since I was a child, he has ALWAYS tried to kill me and those around me! He tortured me; attacking not only my body but my mind! He even had a hand in the murder of my sister and torture of my father!" He stopped himself for a moment after he mentioned his father. Why would he care about what had happened to his father? It doesn't matter, that monster was dead anyway.
A quick growl and a shake of his head set his thoughts back to rant on Fyren.

Murdoc pensively rose a brow, standing still a moment, as he looked at Voltrick. It pleased him somewhat to see the animal realized it's first mistake of the outburst, but he wouldn't do anything yet. It could be from his delight Voltrick was telling him this so easily. "It seems this feud has continued for some time. But I can hardly understand why he would take such obsession over someone like you." he finished with a tone of disgust.

He took a few steps towards Voltrick until he was just a few inches from him, looking a bit upwards to his face with a little smirk. "Dare I say you did something to him as well?"

Voltrick arched an eyebrow finished; not entirely sure if he should take his tone offensively. But it wasn't until Murdoc came too close that Voltrick began feeling an edge of uneasiness with Murdoc. He only gets this way when he wants something out of him... or was about to punish him. Unfortuneatly, this may be both.

"I did nothing to him. What he has done to me has been far worse than anything I have done."

Murdoc's smirk grew into a grin, "You must realize that I can ask him myself. Can you imagine what I can do to you if I find you're lying to me?" he asked with full intentions of threat on his lips, sensing the restraint Voltrick held against himself to speak anymore.

"I suppose neither of us would like such a thing to happen again."

Murdoc drew away from Voltrick a bit, but a hand pressed against the wall where he was chained, looking at Voltrick seriously. "You must understand by now that we have a very unique relationship, you and I." he began. "I have only punished you for doing the wrong things, have I not? Do you know why? Because I cannot stand to see one with such talent be drawn to the will of the fools outside these walls." he paused to tap the wall with his hand, expressing to mean Voltrick and him alone.

"Tell me, how many times have they looked upon you in horror or taken up arms against you? You are safe from all that here. It is merely the matter of you cooperating with me that keeps you here locked up. That's all." he ended on a rather positive note.

Voltrick sneered; holding back a snarl. This situation was becoming extremely uncomfortable. It was true, how he was only 'punished' for doing what Murdoc said was wrong. Now he was using examples to pry out the reason why Fyren would hold such a grudge. But even if Voltrick admitted to the reason, he would appear in the wrong no matter how he put it. Even though it was through self defense.

But Murdoc's prying continued to bother him more than his usual means of getting information. 'I have only punished you for doing the wrong things.. one with such talent be drawn to the will of the fools outside... how many times have they looked upon you in horror or taken up arms against you?.... ....'you are safe here'..... Murdoc's words weren't as convincing as usual. What Fyren intended to do was working. Try to make Voltrick realize he's a slave. And for Murdoc to be there right after Fyren. Voltrick had his doubts.

"He said you were using me as a slave. A tool to be controlled. Fyren, before you came, graced me with a visit." he snarled with his last comment. "Do you see me as what he has told me?"

It may appear be a means of avoiding the question, or it could really be what's on Voltrick's mind.

Murdoc tilted his head a bit, looking at Voltrick's features attentively. He couldn't stifle the notion of viewing Voltrick like a child, with his questions just now, and he the all knowing adult. Although the subject of the question was disturbing, Murdoc found it rather sweet of Voltrick to ask such a thing.

"Had you been a slave to me, you would have never gone outside alone as you have. Do not listen to Fyren. After everything he's done to you, you should not give him the pleasure of considering his words." he replied gently, finding this opportune to gain Voltrick's trust. "He was not even allowed down here, and rest assured, he'll hear it from me."

Voltrick's head lowered frustratedly. He didn't know what to make of all of this. The conflicting thoughts ran marathons within his mind. Normally, he would have been convinced and agreed with Murdoc. But with Fyren's arrival, what he said, and what Voltrick remembered due to Fyren's appearance made Voltrick more confused than ever.

Then Murdoc stated Fyren wasn't allowed down here and that Fyren will hear it from him.... Voltrick's head rose with a malicious look upon his face. "Let him hear it from me." His voice was a bit more lowered and rumbled this time, truly meaning what he said.

Murdoc laughed to Voltrick's eagerness, patting his shoulder a few times.

"In time, in time. But for now, I need him." He stepped away, walking towards the doors leading out. "I've changed my mind. I will have the guards take you to your room tonight. You've left me in good spirits."

Voltrick was about to growl to Murdoc's statement about needing Fyren, but then Murdoc said he would tell the guards to take him to his room. He was reassured to hear it, although still disturbed with the situation. But, this maybe his opportunity. He gets released tonight... and Fyren recieves a little visit.

Voltrick's head hung slightly low with the same stern look upon his face, but it only took a moment for a faint smirk to appear.