Stalking had easily and quickly became one of Ira’s favorite past times, stalking the length of the borders, watching them all, observing and scrutinizing as he slunk in the leeching shadows, eyes hungry with the knowledge he absorbed from simply watching and listening. Patience had not been a virtue that Ira often dabbled in but with each trip it expanded becoming Ira’s friend over and over. Patience bore fruit, and the more he practiced it the better it became. He had found quickly that, eventually if he only waited and exhibited his new friend in patience he would eventually get what he wanted. Selfish to the core, that was the ultimate motivator for the insolent youth. What he wanted. Some things he could not have right when he wanted it - things that were out of anyone’s (namely his) control.
This patience was how he knew, eventually, Jinx would come. Of course she did not know (and if she did she made no show of it) he was waiting for her - his Amazonian warrior Goddess; but he knew. He was at the cusp of the wardens’ districts ended and mixed, the scent of the man she had worn, salty and musk one night. Ira had not commented upon it but the jealousy had raged and seethed under his skin like an infection. It had taken resistance to not hunt down this male and tell him to keep away from Jinx because she was Ira’s, and his alone. It was a dark thing, this need for possession, and shallow to want to be the center of the Kesuk’s attentions. Not to mention of Jinx realized Ira felt that way she would likely entirely disagree with him and tell him to get lost.
Yet, Ira could not help it. She was his Guardian, and he had been there for her when no one else (or so he likes to think anyway) when no one else was, as he would always be. Wrath and Envy had wreaked havoc upon Ira’s insides that night, battling to see which deadly sin was truly that: the deadliest. The whisper of his thoughts were chased away when he scented and heard Jinx’s approach, as he had predicted (or rather hoped), but he did not reveal himself until she spun and started to backtrack.
“Jinx,” He called to her, fierce eyes - a forever icy blue - seeking her form in a familiar greedy fashion.