Wolf RPG

Ira supposed that the introduction was supposed to actually mean something to him, or that he was supposed to be threatened by the low growl that came from the other male’s throat. “Oh very good you know your name” Ira drew out, antagonizing just because it felt good after nearly have his butt beat (correction nearly died) by a bunch of ignorant, filthy pirates. It was a arrogant and insolent way of mending his own torn up pride that no one was supposed to see but Jinx because she was the only creature in the world (except, possibly Bones) that he cared about. “and title. How clever,” He sneered at the male, not about to show this urchin that he was tired and weary and that all he wanted was something to heal his wound so he didn’t die and to be left alone so he could apologize to his mother …if she ever came to see him. If she even cared still, that was. “Don’t talk about things you know nothing about. I didn’t leave,” He had left, yes, but only to speak to Bones and Jinx had known about that much. He hadn’t told her he was going to Tortuga because it had been an impulse decision and she was miles away from him at that point.

And I am the Princeling, but he kept his tongue firmly bitten between his teeth, his jaws clamped tightly shut biting back the childish retort that would, likewise, only make him seem more childish. He had been a fool, had tried to tackle something he should have never attempted (especially not on his own) and had paid the price for it; nearly paid it with his life. “Then tell me where it is so I might go find her,” Was this male really that incompetent or was telling him where he might find Jinx really that hard?

Ira let out a sharp bark of a laugh, triumphant and leering when Kaname told him that Majesty was a traitor. “Now that is justice,” Sharp teeth exposed as his lips curled into a Machiavellian jeer. “I never liked that pompous upstart, anyway.” Of course Ira was hardly one to talk about arrogance but the elder man had seen to threaten Ira and then play the one-up game with him. Ira had walked away from that meeting feeling like he had been the adult as opposed to the other way around. “The bitch with that ugly scar on her face?” Though, again, he was hardly one to talk. He had an ugly wound marring his once perfect skin and pristine fur that would likely scar. “Frankly, I am insulted that anyone would ever consider that my loyalty for my mother wavers,” It was insulting to him because he loved Jinx and she was the only wolf that would ever hold the incorrigible Princeling’s loyalty. “If you must know,” Because he just wanted to see Jinx and the longer this male kept poking and prodding the more irritated Ira became. “I went to Swiftcurrent Creek to speak to my girlfriend, which I asked my mother’s permission for” He added sharply, huffing. “However, she was kidnapped and I acted impulsively and went to where they had taken her. I thought I could rescue her and bring her back here,” He took a deep breath then, trying to reign in his temper which flared. “I was given this,” He flashed the wound. “To remember them by. If I wouldn’t have been so quick I wouldn’t have seen another morning.”

Ira loathed to admit that he had nearly been killed by low lives but he saw no sense in lying. The attack had been with the intent to kill and he had taken his shredded pride and well, here he was. "Are you satisfied?" The princeling hissed glaring at Kaname, unabashed and unrelentingly.

While the information that Silvertip was moving was interesting to Ira he regarded the information with a simple nod of his head in acknowledgment giving no voice to his innermost thoughts. Kaname might have been Gamma of Silvertip but Ira didn’t trust anyone with that personal sort of information other than Jinx. If Jinx didn't appear he would circle back and explore this lands Kaname spoke of in hopes of running into her. “And you said she might be pregnant?” Ira cocked his head to the side, an avian like motion though the look in his eyes was anything but birdlike. It was a calculating look that stole across the Princeling’s facial features, his brow furrowed in concentration. “A fool and a whore breeding? That should never be allowed to happen; I almost feel sorry for those whelps. Perhaps someone should go put them out of their sure to be misery,” Ira knew of many poisons and wondered which of them he would desire to use. The poison to kill? Or the poison to maim? To make them ill. The children shouldn’t have needed to pay for the crimes of their parents but someone should be made to pay and it was a pitiful life Ira imagined their spawn would be living. “I could poison them. Or better yet I could just tear them from her womb.” Which ever Jinx wanted because Ira suspected his mother wanted retribution to the crimes committed against her, unknowing that he might very well be branded a traitor himself to no one’s fault but his own, despite that his loyalty to her had never wavered. He had a lapse in good judgment when he had taken off, painting himself as some sort of Prince Charming, to rescue Bones only to realize the cold hard truth that he had always known but suffocated until he had believed differently.

He was a prince of death and destruction not some knightly hero of a prince.

The distinction was flattering and unbecoming all at once.

“That is what I just got done saying, yes,” Ira spoke with heavy exasperation, wondering why it was necessary for Kaname to repeat what he had just spoken. “I’m not noble,” Ira corrected viciously, a knee-jerk reaction of having his wounded and bruised pride mocked despite that he had a odd feeling that Kaname wasn’t mocking him: that he had meant it. Nevertheless, it was safer to take it as a mock. Better that way. “Do you honestly think they would have told me if I had asked? I just assumed they didn’t care about her and left for Tortuga.” Ira hadn’t even bothered to ask because he knew that if the tables were reversed he would have never told anyone Silvertip’s business. He would rather die a thousand deaths than ever betray Jinx; though he was perhaps weary and fearful that his impulse might have came across as that to Jinx.

“Apprentice. I am an Assassin apprentice,” Ira corrected because the idea of being an aspiring anything meant that he wasn’t anywhere close to it. He hadn’t actually killed anyone yet, and his blood and poison covered bones on the borders did not hold enough poison to outright kill, only to make ill to varying degrees depending upon how much of the bone was chewed, or if the marrow was sucked from it. “The blood covered bones and talismans? Are my work. They are coated in poison. Not lethal enough to kill but enough to make one ill. To deter wolves from taking what is ours.” He had even came up with the idea mostly on his own but with helpful prodding from Jinx. When Kaname spoke of Majesty having claimed an Island the insolent Princeling let out a snort of laughter. “He claimed an island?” If a nasty storm came off the shore their whole lives could be potentially destroyed or drowned by the raised tide unless there was higher ground. “Poisoning her would be the easiest. She would put up a fight or call for her traitorous lover if they were ripped out. Of course they could always be aborted like …like sometimes happens.” That would guarantee the litter’s death. Personally, Ira liked the option that didn’t involve throwing himself into harm’s way given that he was suffering from a wound already.

“Even if they had their scent would have been gone, I was too late by about a good couple of weeks. I only knew the general direction of Tortuga from…well it doesn’t matter how I know it. The point is they were on me nearly as soon as I slipped into their borders and I had to retreat because I was outnumbered and their second attempt to kill me might have hit it’s mark.” He admitted begrudgingly.

It had been a while since he had made and placed them, Ira considered with a terse twitch of his lips in contemplation, the poison coating could have been diluted by the elements by now or simply wore off. Ira wasn’t adept enough to know how potent they remained after a stretch of time but it seemed, if nothing less, logical. “When I came up with the idea my intent was not to kill. They were crafted as warnings and if chewed or if the morrow is sucked they were meant to make ill, the degree of which depended upon what all was done with the bones.” Ira mused thoughtfully, strategical and dark mind working, his intense focus upon his thoughts might have painted the illusion of cogs working behind a transparent clock face. In the recesses of his mind they cranked and turned in perfect unison with one another as he considered upping the lethal dosage. “First, I must speak with my mother. Even if she cannot forgive me and does not want me back I will still place my protections on the borders to prove that I still lo — care.” Care, even was stronger than he had meant to speak, though better than outright admitting his love for Jinx. Love was a dangerous thing and how many times was his curse going to prove it’s point before Ira would finally accept it? Love was as deadly as the poisons he worked with.

“Listeria,” Ira repeated. “Does it carry a scent to it? It can’t be anything that would be a dead give away.” Ira didn’t know about anyone else but if something didn’t smell ‘normal’ to him he wasn’t about to stick it anywhere near his mouth. Of course, not everyone was paranoid adept with poisons like he was, however. “I know,” Ira hissed at him, gaze darkening when Kaname proceeded to patronize him. Ira didn’t like being patronized. “Don’t patronize me,” The teenager snapped with a fierce snort. “No,” Ira spoke firmly and brashly when Kaname suggested trying it again with a group of wolves. “No, I may have lost too much already.” When compared to reality he might have already lost Jinx, and if, by some small miracle, Ira hadn’t he could not say that Bones was worth losing Jinx because she wasn’t. Not on the logical spectrum of things. She was far out of his reach and he had tried once, and failed to rescue her. He had a wound and possibly a scar to remember his failure by. That was enough by Ira’s standards.

Ira had always been an highly intelligent child, boasting of his superior cognitive abilities until those around him brushed it off as nothing more than in his insolent and insufferable arrogance. Until it became nothing more than an liberal exaggeration despite that it his vaunt held certain truth to it. The youth’s eyes narrowed when the dark man chuckled at the catch when he had almost spoken of loving Jinx. Ira did, for what it was worth, love Jinx however because he saw of love as destruction he attempted to keep himself from saying it, afraid that, eventually, the curse would do worse to her than abort her unborn children the next time it struck. She had assured him it had not been his, or his by association, fault but the child still believed feverishly in his ‘curse’. Ira gave a grunt when Kaname spoke that it was not a dead ringer for it’s own potency (which would be a good thing) but beyond that had nothing to offer the man.

Ira let out an indignant snort when the man began to bark about how, apparently, age gave wolves who didn’t know him, who didn’t understand him or his life the supposed right to run around and patronize him. “Age doesn’t always equal wisdom, you know. Besides, you don’t know me. You don’t know the first thing about my life so I don’t understand where you get off thinking you have the right to patronize me,” And that was the end of it because Ira was done having this conversation. He was tired of it and he wasn’t in the mood to argue any more. “I’m leaving to find Jinx. If you happen to see her before me tell her I’m looking for her.” He simply stated it because it hadn’t been a question. With those words he turned and headed in the general direction Kaname had told him the Spine was in.