@Majesty:
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Returning home from his stint in the Vale, Lecter had paused to wash the scents of Xi'nuata and Fox from his pelt. Jinx knew he visited the monks and their mad warrior; he did not know how she would react to knowing he had gone on a plainly friendly mission to Swiftcurrent. If she inquired, he would answer truthfully, but for now, Lecter would keep such things to himself.
The knowledge he brought with him provoked a howl to break from his lips for the one called Majesty. Ultimately, Jinx was to make the final decision, but enforcement of her recent ruling would not harm anyone.
OOC: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I completely forgot about this!
IC: Majesty heard the unfamiliar wolf calling for him. What on Earth? he thought to himself. Who could that possibly be? Though he was cautious, he was also not one to turn someone down, even if he didn't know them. The howl sounded far off, so he began his trek toward the Northstar Vale. About halfway there, he caught the scent of a male wolf - and Jinx. Though Jinx's scent was faint, which suggested that whoever this was, he was a member of the Mountain pack. This relaxed Majesty a little. He stopped worrying as much, and stepped out from the brush to greet the male.
Suddenly, his nostrils were accosted by a cloying scent of decay and rot and long-dried blood. Before him stood a white wolf, his fur caked in a black, flaky substance. Immediately, Majesty's hackles rose, though he did what he could to calm himself. Whoever this he-wolf was, Majesty didn't trust him. Not a bit. But he forced himself to be polite and step closer, despite the tiny, hidden wrinkling of his snout. "Hello," he said quietly, trying to keep the disdain from his voice. Why had this male not washed himself free of the blood. Majesty had no respect for him. "What is it that you want?" he asked, his tone flat.
no prob!
The man who approached was large, darkfurred, but Lecter was unimpressed both by his size and his ridiculous moniker. The shaman had not historically been a wolf to grind his higher rank into the noses of those below him, but in the recent span of months, Lecter had found a grim pleasure in such an activity.
Majesty did not approach with deference, and the madman lay his cold glittering gaze upon the other for a moment, before long strides ate away the ground between them. Smaller though he was in bulk, the slender witch had maintained his height even in age, and yellowed fangs showed plainly his demand for obeisance, as did the plume arched above his thin flanks and the prickling of bloodied fur along his shoulders and spine.
OOC: Based on where this seems to be going, I give you permission to PowerPlay, but only if you give me permission back.
Majesty watched with a bored gaze as the tall white male walked up to him, chest puffed up like a duck showing its feathers in a mating dance - proud and cocky. Now he held even less respect for him. But suddenly he noticed how strongly Jinx's scent covered his dirty pelt, and he sighed inwardly. Someone with that much scent on him was obviously very close to the Alpha, and though he held no respect for the disgusting male, he did respect Jinx. So, this male deserved respect by association.
He humbled himself and lowered his head in a bow, and when he looked up again, his eyes were softer. But, he maintained his height. There was no reason to shame himself for this male. And, he still believed that honesty was the best policy, though he would try to be nice about it. "I do not know who you are or what you want, but I do not hold respect for someone who puffs out their chest without earning the privilege. I respect you because of your clear association with Jinx. And, besides that, you are a member of the Silvertip Mountain Pack, and I hold a certain amount of respect for all family members. But if you do not now tell me what it is that you want, I will turn and leave without another word to you."
no prob! if it goes there, you have my permission ;) do you just wanna scrap outright or use the dice system?
Lecter's anger dulled somewhat as the other lowered himself into a stance of acceptable deference, and he cupped his ears forward, eyes shining with amusement at the other's annoyingly long-winded speech.
Lecter was a wild creature, prone to the movements and gestures of one living within a hierarchy. He was placed second only to Jinx; therefore Majesty's babble about "puffing" fell on deaf ears. The threat to leave was greeted with a snort of derision.
"I am not your family, I am your better. Add to that, I am Jinx's mate and I know that she holds little patience for those of your ilk. I have been to the Creek. It was there I was informed that you hung around their lands and refused to leave."
Eyes burned, and he took a further step in Majesty's direction. "You will not go there again, save unless you are sent. And if you break my word, do not believe your "family" will save you. I will personally drag you up the Mount and throw you from the highest pinnacle." He did not like the self-righteous mound of a creature, and took pleasure in his threats. "I will bring that day and today to Jinx's attention. Her final word is law, of course." Yet his gaze shone with a confidence that Majesty was shunned from; he was the consort of the venomous sylph, and this one but a subordinate to her whims.
OOC: The dice thing is confusing for me. I don't understand the coding for it. So I'd rather just "scrap outright" if it gets to that point. Though, in that case, who do you want to win? Or do you want both of them to give up? Or whatever?
IC: Majesty found himself growling at this he-wolf before him, and it surprised him. Normally, he was the epitome of calm, and would do all in his power to avoid fighting or getting angry in general. He supposed the growling was his natural Alpha side coming through. He didn't understand this male at all.
Fighting back the urge to begin the fight, he said, deep in his throat so that it came out as a continuation of his growl, "Why do you hate me so? And are you truly threatening me? Listen to me. I am your underling. I know this. And you are my superior. I know this also. But - as a higher-ranking member of the pack, you should be leading by example, and threatening your pack-mates gets you nowhere and nothing but disrespect. Do not make threats to me. I will have you on your back before you can raise a lip at me. But - I do not want to fight you. I will not do so unless you make the first move - and I hope you do not. I would much rather we be friends, though we seem to be getting off to a rather bad start."
He sighed. "Who told you I refused to leave Creek territory? I asked the Alpha if she wanted me to leave, she said yes, so I did. I did not start a fight, I did not threaten, I did nothing but wander a bit too close to the border on accident because the water from the creek was masking the scent of the wolves nearby. I am not stupid, nor would I ever want to purposefully start something with anyone. I left. I have not returned, and because I value my life and the lives of others, I have no intention of returning. But I am not going to sit here and let you tell me that you are ordering me not to return, and that if I do, you'll throw me off of a mountain. I will kill you if you try. I will take no orders from anyone other than Jinx. Have I made myself clear to you?"
It's confusing to me as well! If they scrap, we can just see where it goes. majesty is bigger and younger but old butthead here has been fighting longer. not too evenly matched but you never know! lol
Lecter had been expecting an outburst from Majesty, but the long parade of words that broke from the male bored him. He was threatening a dangerous wolf, the little fool; toxicologist Tyrande might call herself, but she had not proved her skills. Lecter had done so in his long life, and would not be averse to poisoning Majesty if it came to such.
He did not listen to the dark male's excuses for why he had gone to the Creek; the shaman turned his back and began back down the path he had come. Fully cognizant that this left him open for attack, Lecter nevertheless flicked his plume in a dismissive way and began to saunter back toward his den, having said his piece.
Majesty meant nothing to him. Perhaps the speech-writing dullard would lunge for him, but that would mean dismissal from the pack, perhaps death. He would do well to watch behind himself and stay out of the shaman's path; he still had not found a sacrifice, and Majesty was blooded and hale enough to suffice.
Majesty snorted in anger as the disgusting creature before him turned his back and walked away. He was relieved to be gone of his presence, and had absolutely no intention of ever seeing the male again, if he could help it. He sighed, letting his anger subside with the leaving of the other wolf. But now he didn't know what to do. He felt out of place here. He was beginning to regret ever joining this pack. It seemed as though his Alpha did not like him, nor did her mate, and he had no intention of making a mess of the pack.
He knew he needed to do something. He would call a conference with Jinx and talk about everything with her. He just hoped she would remain calm long enough to listen. Silently, head down, he padded away.