Ira let out a puff of breath that resembled something akin to a sigh that had not quite made it to that as he listened to Sitri explain that he didn’t know Ira assumed how he justified it to himself. Because you didn’t justify it to yourself, Sitri, Ira thought bitterly in his head. You’re a mindless killer and an accomplice to boot. Suddenly, Ira wondered, if given this, Sitri was safe to be around. He had spent so many years enduring shit and doing equally as bad shit as the things that had happened to him. What if he snapped one day? “How cruel,” Ira remarked when Sitri spoke that he had wanted to die but that his twisted ass “queen” wouldn’t let him. Was it mercy that would rise within Ira to allow him to kill if someone came begging him to end their lives? Or compassion? Ira didn’t know; he did know that he would have never let force someone or something to keep it’s life if they didn’t want it. He was dark and disturbed but he still had a heart that still beat in it’s prison of flesh and bone, poisoned as it was (and there was no mistake that it was black and poisoned).
“What?” Ira blurted out incredulous and skeptic when Sitri informed Ira that his ‘queen’ had more than one pack. That wasn’t even possible …was it? No, no. There was no way she could possibly rule more than one pack. “Come on Sitri that’s not even possible,” It just didn’t make any sort of viable sense to Ira. “There was no way she could rule more than one pack and even then I seriously doubt that any other Alpha would let her lord herself over them.” Ira knew he certainly wouldn’t. He would have told the bitch to go fuck herself and that would have been it. Ira wondered if Sitri was just …brainwashed, conditioned to believe anything she said, no matter how outlandish of a lie it was.
It was kind of really pathetic and ...sad Ira realized.
“Nah,” Ira waved off Sitri’s apology with a flippant and arrogant wave of his paw as if it were no big deal despite that his heart began to sprint in his chest when Sitri spoke of how it could make someone sick. Head sick, heart sick. Lecter was probably the most head sick creature Ira ever met and Ira did not think he was anything like the Shaman so he didn’t worry about that but heart sick …maybe. Jinx was the only exception he let himself have. It was selfish to love her, selfish to want her and need her but Ira was a selfish creature to the core. “I’m fine,” Ira said a little more forcibly than he had meant too and realizing he had snapped in a peevish manner at the Epsilon he pursed his lips tersely in thought but did not offer an apology. “Well listen,” He rose to his paws, suddenly, eager to get his mind off of those things. “I’ve got patrols to run, wolves to poison, recruits to gather, hunting things, saving people, the family business …so I’m going to head out.” With those words the Prince began his descent until his disappeared all together.
