Madness and selfishness easily coincide

So Sitri so needs to have a son that looks exactly like him just so Ira can see he was handsome one...lol

Sitri looked at the Princeling with a strange look when he growled at him. However, sitri did not growl back. There was no point to growling at another unless you meant to hurt them or defend yourself. It was a useless sound, and when you entire existence rode on being silent and staying hidden well you learned to adapt. After all how many times had Sitri managed to get out of being a proverbial punching bag so to speak (though wolves don't punch) just by being silent and hidden in the corner of the area.

Sitri smiled then a strange smile, one that seemed unusual for the scarred warriors face. It lit up some of the unmarred part of his face, where you could see he had been handsome once. Sitri looks forward to the day Princeling and when you do I will gladly congratulate you. Sitri was all for his fellow pack mates gaining accomplishments. Just because he was stupid dumb, and he may never accomplish anything did not mean he wouldn't be glad for others. Though it was a strange game this earning of trades and accomplishments and one that Sitri had yet to unwravel.

Sitri listened to the boy and then frowned that wasn't exactly what it had all been. So he shook his scarred head. Sitri was only partly that for the queen, he wore many other pelts for her. Sitri has been a thief and a kidnapper. He has been a consort, but above all else Sitri was a slave, a servant, a cretin, low even beneath the queen, though Sitri was her favorite. Sitri did what she said and often the queen wanted nothing more to abuse and use. he tilted his head so the moonlight showed on his ears the tatters and tears, One notch for every life I took in the name of the Queen. he turned then and showed the notches in the base of his tail some crossing over others One notch for every child I stole in the name of the queen. Turning once more to show his right front leg and all the scars that riddled it One notch for every female or male that used Sitri for their own pleasure. He shifted again the other scars glittering in the moonlight, all for different reasons other than said above. All the notches made from, teeth or claws.

Sitri felt as if his blood had frozen when the young princeling spoke of the demon queen and a feral growl and snarl came up forth from his maw. It was purely instinctual he could not help it, but it was there all the same. It was deep and low and loud and it made the fur on the nape of most's neck stand on end. Suddenly he realized where he was and bending down he started rubbing his paws over his muzzle scolding himself, No Sitri no not her queen anymore not loyal anymore. He shook his head and turning tortured red eyes to the youth he spoke Sitri is sorry princeling it was instincts that drove me to growl at you. Sitri was also the queens protector of both name and face. If the youth chose to jump at him at this moment the poor male would probably just lay down and take it.