Wolf RPG

Ira had woken early, attempting to move out of the communal denning site where the wolves of Silvertip slumbered close together without waking those that still inhabited it and when he was free of it, shrugged out of the scent borders and into the no-man’s territory and then beyond to the free territories that stretched out before in a canvas of green and brown and blue. If anyone were to ask he would have shrugged it off as the fact that he was doing recruiting - which wasn’t an exact lie. He wasn’t going to recruit anyone if he was never outside of Silvertip’s borders and he was always looking for potential recruits even if the concentration of his attention and intentions remained elsewhere. He could multi-task well enough, for a teenage boy, for what it was worth; but there was a hidden truth to his venture. He was hoping to catch a glimpse or even a tendril of Bones’ scent. Something. Anything. Even if she had bypassed him to go straight to Atticus - Ira didn’t even care. At least if she was with Atticus she was safe and it meant that she hadn’t been eaten by any kind of beast or anything (Ira wasn’t very imaginative and even if he was he probably would have never predicted the truth). He was becoming almost pitifully desperate for some kind of news no matter what form it came in; and then scolded himself internally. This was what happened when he let himself get close to others. …Though the boy attributed it to his imagined curse, the truth of the matter was: he often wound up hurt. And beneath the pain he felt wrath - at himself, at those that hurt him, at his “curse”.

He tried not to dwell upon it, not wanting those hateful and fiery feelings to manifest unfairly. He had no idea what was happening and it was wrong to assume that Bones just broke up with him without telling him or whatever. She was probably just really busy with things in Swiftcurrent Creek -- or maybe Fox had banned her from seeing him (it was kind of a long shot because he didn’t think there was any hostility between Fox and himself). Tucking those darkened thoughts away he turned his attention to his path which had over the stretch of the morning eventually found him, by mid afternoon at the ’watering hole’ that touched by the sunlight was a shimmering lake, fresh tracks of deer leading in a confusion of trampled trails that split in several different ways - but he wasn’t here to hunt. He had been sort of heading towards Blacktail Deer Plateau but had decided to apply the brakes his over zealous pursuit of his girlfriend. Jinx had not given him permission to visit them to ask around about Bones and he respected his mother too much to outright do something without making her aware first. Sure, it wasn’t as if he had intentions of doing anything that would reflect badly upon Silvertip - all he wanted to know was if anyone had heard from or seen his girlfriend - but still.

Turning his body towards the lake he bent his head and lapped up the cool, refreshing water, ears swiveling out to either side of his head to listen for any sign of approach while his back was turned.

For a moment all that Ira could smell was the crisp, almost saccharine scent of the glimmering water, and beyond the scent of dampened earth of the bank, and the musk of the deer that herded here. Though the insolent Princeling had been hoping to catch even a ghostly tendril of Bones’ scent thus far he had came up empty handed much to his inherent dissatisfaction. It was then that a scent, distinctly of Blacktail Deer Plateau (he had scented it on Bones’ pelt before even in a small amount) when he had thoroughly explored the silken tendrils of her fur by preening by raking his teeth through it (which was probably as close to sensual and carnal as Ira could currently get, admittedly). So far this love story she had wanted was a little too similar to her described Romeo And Juliet for Ira’s personal liking - especially given how it had ended. Head lifted, small droplets of water dripping off of his damp chin, as sharp, frosted crystalline blue eyes studied the male that greeted him. There was something in the other’s tone that made the Prince of Silvertip bristle with unbidden aversion, only further enforced by the strut the other walked in. As if he were Jinx’s Gods’ (which ironically Ira wasn’t sure if he believed in or not yet) gift to the earth. Gross. The juvenile wasted no time assessing him mercilessly and determining that he wasn’t what Ira would have called ‘attractive’ - though that could have purely been that Ira wasn’t a girl and therefore was not attracted to fellow males in any semblance of the word.

Ira snorted softly at the male’s words, realizing at the degrading tone of the Plateau male that they were probably way more similar than Ira cared to admit (and he didn’t care so he had no intentions of admitting anything - thankyouverymuch). “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” The Princeling hissed with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he repositioned himself so he resonated haughtiness and assertion. It was in part mimicking Jinx and adding his own …dramatic flair to it. “It makes an assassin’s job easier blending in with the environments, but the remaining seasons allow me to be …creative.” He wasn’t an assassin yet, but he was certainly working towards it, able to move swiftly and silently (plus it helped a bit that he had a limited knowledge of poisons and macabre imaginations of in which ways to use them).

“Like that’s any of your business.” Ira scoffed, tone scolding and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a faux disappointed manner. Ira wasn’t about to tell him that he was looking for his girlfriend (not that would give away that he had some semblance of a heart), and he wasn’t going to give any of Silvertip’s secrets away. Jinx had made it clear that they were a reclusive pack and since Ira wasn’t going to try to recruit his companion there was no use in speaking of his pack at all.

The tan colored man’s laugh was enough to grate on Ira’s nerves and leave the Princeling grinding his teeth because while it might not have necessarily been meant as so Ira took it to be mocking, as if Ira were spewing lies out of his butt. He wasn’t an assassin yet but he had been training to be one so wasn’t an apprentice basically the same thing? And here this male was mocking him — or so Ira chose to believe even if it wasn’t necessarily true. Ira leveled an sneer at the Plateau man then when he boldly assumed that Ira was heading towards Blacktail Deer Plateau. While Ira had been hoping to catch a scent trail, or maybe even a glimpse of Bones making her way to see her father he had not, in fact, been heading to the Plateau if only because Bones didn’t live there so how would they know if she was ok or not and because he hadn’t gotten permission from Jinx to dig into his investigations on the topic of Bones’ gaping absence. Despite that Ira had an extremely ‘I do whatever I want’ attitude when it came to everyone else he loved and respected Jinx too take such a large trip without her permission. He was an unruly, insolent child but he wasn’t stupid and didn’t want to do something and then find himself without a home when he returned or something.

“I have no intentions of going to your Plateau. I have no business with the leaders there,” It was mostly the truth but as far as his companion was aware it was nothing but the truth. Ira leered at the male then but continued to watch him with caution. He didn’t trust anyone he didn’t know — hell, the insolent Prince didn’t trust half of the wolves he did know. Words, bold and lashing at Ira’s internal ire were spoken next, and for a second Ira struggled with himself telling himself to be disciplined physically, that starting something with this Plateau piece of shit, Ira thought cruelly, would likely get him into some kind of trouble with Jinx. Oh, but the desire was there. Ira was young and restless and had a very ‘I am invincible’ attitude making him, in that respect, your average teenager. The venom burned at the tip of the Silvertip Prince’s tongue, and it was almost too much to keep his snide comments back. He was the Prince of Silvertip, didn’t that mean that at some point Ira would need to start acting like it? Like a diplomat since at this point he was more or less representing Silvertip. Of course that meant his companion was representing Blacktail Deer Plateau and so far, Ira wasn’t overly impressed by what he saw. At all.

“As I’ve said I’m not going to the Plateau,” Ira repeated a bit too forced. Black, leathery nostrils flared as he could feel the heat of his anger seething beneath his fur and skin. Ira desired to tell his companion that he had no mother, nor a father (which wasn’t precisely a lie he had been orphaned) but Jinx had became his mother or something close to it, anyway. This stranger didn’t know Ira’s life — it was a mutual lack of knowledge, admittedly — and his words, Ira was intelligent enough to understand, where only meant to instigate. For the time being he ignored the jibe about a “mommy” and attempted to keep his snide comments to himself, momentarily proud of himself for his albeit strained restraint.