Madness and selfishness easily coincide

<3 Aww thanks he's extremely complex and I have issues sometimes playing him..i want him to be able to be smart, but due to his circumstances he can't be and I want him to be a tortured tortured soul as well as some savage nature( though i'm not very good at savage) I try though i do try.lol

Sitri looked down for a moment at his pelt thinking of all the scars that riddled him as he thought of the words handsome. He could almost name where everyone came from, some from the queen, some from others for her amusement, some simply from the turning of the tricks for the queen. He had known male and females alike and it was just the way of things to him. Sitri was a naturally neutral being he neither liked or disliked anyone ever as least thus far in his life. It was just how he was, the closest he had ever come to genuinely liking someone perhaps even loving them had been his father and as soon as the queen had found out, she had forced him to watch as the queen's blood mongers ripped him to shreds of course this was after she had his father train a new healer. Oh forgive the old soul who had mistakingly thought the queen was trying to help him out, when he was nearly nothing more than a nameless, faceless minion and slave like all of them but Sitri. He had gained favor but his blessing had been a curse. And his curse had killed the only wolf he ever cared for, he would not make that mistake again. He would respect and he would revere, but never love. To love something was to hurt it and betray it. How many times had the queen whispered over and over to him how much she loved him, just to watch him bleed and almost die. his mother his sister how often had they told him they loved him as they forced him to do unspeakable things to them and others in the slave pits of the queens domain. No to say I love you to Sitri would sign your death warrant.

Sitri froze as he turned back to the youth to see him looking at him with a predators gaze. He shifted his paws and turned his entire body around gracefully to stare up at the youth, and to protect himself if he must, though Sitri was unsure if he was allowed. This place was so different had he been home, the queen would have allowed her son to do whatever he pleased and Sitri could do nothing in retaliation. Would that be the same here? Quickly though the youth relaxed though he was angry with himself. Sitri chuckled again more than he had in years, the last time being when he was six months old and now he had laughed twice in as many a number of days. Do not feel bad little princeling. If it were any but Sitri they would not have known. Sitri was trained at a very young age to listen for Sneaks and thieves and assassins. The young male was the queens son therefore he was a prince to Sitri it was all there was to it really.

Sitri frowned at the wolf's words, but merely because he was unsure how to answer he could not think of the words for what he had been. the first queen happened to me princeling the first queen and all her men. I was her's and hers alone and no woman was allowed to see what she saw and she was an angry woman. That was how he left it, the majority of flaws that criss crossed his pelt and his face and his eyes were borne from the queen and at the queen's command. Countless years and faces blurring together to make one large mass of scars and abrasions.