It had been a while since he had made and placed them, Ira considered with a terse twitch of his lips in contemplation, the poison coating could have been diluted by the elements by now or simply wore off. Ira wasn’t adept enough to know how potent they remained after a stretch of time but it seemed, if nothing less, logical. “When I came up with the idea my intent was not to kill. They were crafted as warnings and if chewed or if the morrow is sucked they were meant to make ill, the degree of which depended upon what all was done with the bones.” Ira mused thoughtfully, strategical and dark mind working, his intense focus upon his thoughts might have painted the illusion of cogs working behind a transparent clock face. In the recesses of his mind they cranked and turned in perfect unison with one another as he considered upping the lethal dosage. “First, I must speak with my mother. Even if she cannot forgive me and does not want me back I will still place my protections on the borders to prove that I still lo — care.” Care, even was stronger than he had meant to speak, though better than outright admitting his love for Jinx. Love was a dangerous thing and how many times was his curse going to prove it’s point before Ira would finally accept it? Love was as deadly as the poisons he worked with.
“Listeria,” Ira repeated. “Does it carry a scent to it? It can’t be anything that would be a dead give away.” Ira didn’t know about anyone else but if something didn’t smell ‘normal’ to him he wasn’t about to stick it anywhere near his mouth. Of course, not everyone was paranoid adept with poisons like he was, however. “I know,” Ira hissed at him, gaze darkening when Kaname proceeded to patronize him. Ira didn’t like being patronized. “Don’t patronize me,” The teenager snapped with a fierce snort. “No,” Ira spoke firmly and brashly when Kaname suggested trying it again with a group of wolves. “No, I may have lost too much already.” When compared to reality he might have already lost Jinx, and if, by some small miracle, Ira hadn’t he could not say that Bones was worth losing Jinx because she wasn’t. Not on the logical spectrum of things. She was far out of his reach and he had tried once, and failed to rescue her. He had a wound and possibly a scar to remember his failure by. That was enough by Ira’s standards.
