Wolf RPG

@Ira

So, Ira was an assassin of some sorts. The boy was not even a yearling and yet he boasted of adeptness in poisons and stealth. Impressive. The dark wolf wondered how Ira would have faired if he had joined the assassins Kaname had been born with. It probably would have changed nothing, they would still be dead or scattered, and he would still be here or perhaps somewhere else. Who knows? What matters is now. He wanted to test the boy's skills. Words were one thing, actions were another.

He lay in the middle of the Heartwood, a forest south of the pack. It was not dark like Neverwinter, which was what he was looking for. An assassin would not always be hidden in dark forests; he needed to learn how to hide in the light as well. He tipped back his head and called for the spoiled brat, doubting he would come to his call at all. His summons finished, he laid his head on his paws and waited.

Tried to be very vague here because I'm not sure what's going to happen with Ira and Silvertip and don't want to assume anything. :-)

It was simply a matter of sheer luck on Kaname’s part that Ira had been within hearing range of the ebony Silvertip man’s call. The summons, though had probably not intended to be as such, served to irritate the teen. A pause was given, steps halted as ears slicked back against his skull in contemplation. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to answer it. He was not some lowly creature to be summoned at someone’s will. He was a Princeling and he did whatever he wanted for the simple fact that he could. A couple minutes had passed since Kaname’s call had faded and Ira still hesitated at the natural border of trees that would take him into the Heartwood. He had no real idea why Kaname would presume to summon him and though he was still relatively torn between irritation and curiosity the pallid Prince found himself turning and shouldering his way past the trees, pushing through the tangling bracken that grew on the earthen floor.

Quickly, and quietly Ira moved, weaving through the trees slowing his pace when he came across the man’s scent, slowing all together when he caught a glimpse of him. Kaname was laying down, his head resting casually on his paws. “I am not some fucking lap dog you can summon any time you please,” Ira told the man with a sneer as he stepped out, eyes of pale silver with fleck of crystalline blue around the pupils zeroing in on the man with unhindered disdain. “What is you want?” The Princeling demanded, because there had better well been a good reason why he was here.

He had to wait a while for Ira to arrive, pompous littlee brat he was. It was to be expected, the boy thought he was better than everyone. But the pack was full of wolves older, stronger, and wiser than he. If he was going to be some leader when he grew up, then Ira should learn some humility before he gets himself killed.

The boy arrived silently, but snapped at him, demanding to know why he was summoned. Kaname only rolled his eyes as he stood up. "You are an apprentice assassin, I am a fully-fledged assassin. I thought it would be best to help further your training." he said calmly. This boy had promise: already he could stalk quietly and lay out traps for his enemies. He had some level of understanding when it came to planning assassinations. To Kaname, he seemed like the perfect apprentice. if he got rid of his giant ego that would be even better

Ira entertained the notion, as he made his way towards where Kaname’s summons had risen from, of punishments for the ebon male who had dared to summon him as if he were some sort of common mutt. He was no one’s lap dog and definitely not so low as to accept summons from wolves that Princeling thought by all rights should be under him. The Princeling watched the man roll his eyes, and thought that perhaps that was supposed to be his own reaction: the rolling of the eyes in annoyance; because Ira was annoyed that he’d been summoned. Apprentice, there it was like some big ugly infection in his mind. Apprentice. Ira nearly snorted and barely caught it before the air could expel from his black, leathery nostrils. He hated the word though he understood until he came of age that was all anyone would ever think of him: that he was an apprentice. That he had promise but lacked the necessary skills. He had plenty of skills and a dark mind to compliment them. Still, did he wish to humor Kaname by ‘agreeing’ to this lesson and quietly soak up anything the man had to teach him that he did not already know, after all Ira was contended with his knowledge of poisons not liking to get to the nitty gritty of killing. He was far too shallow for that.

His wound, possibly a future scar already bothered him more than he cared to admit to anyone. Scars were ugly and like many things Ira hated them. “Fine,” The pallid Princeling snapped in a ‘go ahead and wow me’ tone, brow raised in expectation.

Of course the young boy did not look seem thrilled by the notion. But the near-black Gamma thought it necessary to train another of his kind. It was in his blood to raise and train assassins. If the boy did not wish to continue his lessons so be it, but Kaname was much more adept at the art of secret murder than the youngling.

"You prefer poisons to up-close murder."he said, more to himself than anything. Kaname himself liked, no, adored sneaking up to his targets and ripping into their throats so they could not cry out as they died. Sometimes the client asked for something more creative, and he loved to think of those as well. A push off a cliff, dozens of tears in the body to look like a cougar attack, et cetera. "But you must still learn how to kill your enemies with your own paws. You will never know when you're going to use that skill."

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