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Schnider, after Corbin's last display, stuck to the outside of the cell, hand on the door read to slam shut at any moment should he have to, watching the pair inside warily..More specifically, Corbin though now.

In two nights, Corbin hadn't touched the blood he had spat at Ice. Instead, the Diablerist sat in the far corner of the room hugging his knees, silver hair strewn wildly about his face, making i impposible to see his eye..The edges of his manic toothy maw however, twisted with a grin stuck out with a gleam.

As Ice entered the cell, he would find Corbin gently rocking back and forth, chuckle in a higher then normal pitch.

"Ehehe...Shhhh...He's back..Ice?..Yeah..Ice..."

By now, Corbin's physic was less then athletic. His skin hung from his bones like tired fabric, and had lost its tone. Where once he had a soft tan, he now flaunted the marred ivory white flesh more common to a Cainite.

Catching the packet, Schnider sighed. He had been reduced to this. He had faith enough that the blood was fine. But for the sake of staying true to his word, he dipped a finger in, and sampled the vitae..Sure enough finding nothing out of place.

At the offering, Corbin's head turned with a crick, vertebrae snapping into place as his pupil, so decimal the blood shot veins dominated the pigmentation fixed on the cup.

With a ravenous growl, he lashed a black clawed hand out, swiping the cup up with a frenzied slash like motion before holding it up, pouring it over his forked tongue., not stoping to savour, simply opening his throat and swallowing.

Once finished, Corbin's claws clutched the cup, and once his tongue had wiped the vitae clean, it was crushed, chips dropped to the floor as he went back to slowly rocking, schnider leaving to do as he was told.



"I..I..I enjoy..Your impatience..."

back to the tiny fits of chuckles, before he went quiet, and raised his head, staring into the icey wall infront of him blankly.

"Abbadon?....Nemesis?..."

Soon enough, Schnider returned with the healthiest looking of the people he had found. A male. It would be the first Corbin had eaten in a long time, not counting the partial munching on Schnider.

Entering the room, Schnider stood behind Ice, holding the male by his wrists behind his back with one hand, easily enough restraining him.

Meanwhile, Corbin brought his left hand up to clutch his head loosely, as he groggily moaned, as if just waking with a horrible, horrible hang over. He then turned his head, looking up at Ice with a tired, still so very weak blank expression.

"Ice?...."

Snarling through the slap, not contracting much more then a briefly sore cheek he re-focused, starting to re-construct his savage side, exuming it from the nutter state he had fallen into. He snarled all through his lecture, and for the most part wanted to get up and beat Ice for haveing anything to do with Roan's treatment back then, barely any involvment or not.

He instead however, just chuckled. To expect Roan to kneel before one of those mutts she so despised. Even now, you couldn't, let alone back then. Basic Roan 101, Garou = targets.

Corbin had reached his limit however, and sat for a moment, just to pull the snarl from his tone, before taking to his feet, scraping his black claws across the icey floor, more out of tired limpness, then defiense. He then carried his sickly looking form over to the trio, before falling to one knee infront of Ice, and without a quip, lowered his head.

Corbin waited, till Ice was speaking with Schnider, then dug his claws into the floor in rage, his frail, stringy arms shaking with the loathing. He was once known in a Moscow nightclub, as the representative for the sin of Pride. People recognised him as a senior affiliate of the establishment, and addressed him AS Pride. How they, and the other sins would laugh at him if they could see him now. It was nearly enough to bring him to tears. He however would NEVER do such a thing for such a pathetic emotional reason, and never infront of Ice.

Nodding to Ice, Schnider gave a salute.

"Ja. Zankyou zir. Have a pleazant evening."

Schnider then waited for Ice to leave, and sighed as he forced the kine closer to Corbin.

"Your doing vell Herr General. Pleaze, try und bare vith it juzt a little longer."

Corbin, in response sighed, and nodded, before ripping his right claw from the floor, and grabbing the Kine's left ankle. The male screamed like a girl, as bone, tendons and cartlidge was compressed with such force, and he was ripped down to his knees.

Corbin then raised his left hand, and dropped his claws into his chest, digging into the flesh and muscle enough the wrap his fingers around his collar bone with a crippling grip.

The Kine's eyes then went wide with mortifying terror, as Corbin's head, all but the gaping maw of predatory enamel covered by silver hair rose up, and clamped down around his throat. He bit out enough of the man's throat, that the spinal column was visible, chewing it briefly before swallowing, and then wrapping his mouth around the open wound, and draining the man.

pulling his hand around his mouth, as if about to throw up, Schnider backed away, and shut the cell door, forcing himself to watch..Somehow imagining it was in his best interest, to familiarie himself with this scenario. By the time it was over, nothing was left. Corbin had completely devoured the entirety of the Kine. Everything from blood, through bones to brains. Nothing was wasted.

After his meal, Corbin's skin tone had slightly returned to normal, and his form should slightly more of his old, fit physique. He however was still looking rather sickly in comparison to his prime.

He had returned to the position on his knees, and taken to once again staring at the wall after his meal. Upon Ice's return, Corbin's eye opened, and with a non-too impressed expression, got to his feet, and obeyed. Making his way over to Ice, he didn't say a word, instead he took a knee as he had been told to.

So, Roan DID eventually kneel to the Garou. It wasn't surprising though in the least that none of them were still around to boast it. Perhaps one day, Corbin would be acting out the same against some..Or more favourably. Ice.

In the mean time however it was in Corbin's best interest to obey. For the good of Roan's mind, which would with no doubt be in shambles right now. Not to mention for the good of the clan. Roan would be juggling Syn duties, aswell as Corbin's.

"Yes, Sir."

Drinking deeply, Corbin wiped his mouth, and then looked up at Ice. In his expression concern, anxiety and hate mixed together about aswell as milk and stout. Sure to cause nusiea. Ice could go in a number of directions, involving his clan, his family, Tess..The list of weaknesses were endless, in reality.