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Ooc — Tokio
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December 19, 2014, 12:40 PM
There was something deeply satisfying about watching the ivory male back down and apologize, and the shaman just barely accepted it with a soft sneer. There were some learned qualities that he had picked up from Suluk that he was not overly proud of like his tendency to become possessive over objects and even other wolves, and while Nefarious would easily claim that he was much more subtle than his War Lord father he was glad that he had caught onto the ability to use his knowledge and words to his utter advantage. The shaman was in no mood to quarry — all he wanted was this plant and then he would leave them be, though in reality his presence a good distance away from their borders wasn't what Nefarious would have considered to be an
inconvenience to them and even if it was: oh well. The other male responded with a
duh, as if he had already known all of that, and though Nefarious was suspicious of it he let it go because it wasn't worth arguing with him about.
Things had settled down until the other proceeded to give him advice that the shaman had not asked for. Nefarious inhaled deeply and let it out in an equally as heavy sigh. “I want the whole plant.” The shaman spoke sharply, hoping to give off the impression that the other's advice wasn't wanted or needed. Nefarious knew what he was doing. Besides, if he took the whole plant he would be able to re-stock without having to go looking for more holly bushes again. Nefarious did not like being too far away from Swiftcurrent Creek, unless his search for plants drew him away from it. Anything that he could keep close on hand, the better.
Again, the other male seemed determined to tell Nefarious how to do things, and the shaman's gaze swept sharply towards the Bypass man. “I do not seek to kill anyone,” Yet, he added mentally. “And even if I did I don't appreciate you proceeding to tell me how to do things.” Nefarious was not sure how else he was to say that he didn't need advice, that he'd been working with medicines and poisons since he was old enough to learn about them. “I have been learning about such things since I was a small child.” Perhaps it was testosterone, or pride but Nefarious was not keen on being told what to do when it came to a craft that he coveted as closely as he did his true name.