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07-21-2013, 12:20 PM
As Bane's own tail flickered upward to meet the same plane as his spine, Maverick's found a higher plane, flagging upward in dominance. Two could play at this game. It seems you've forgotten to treat me like a prince, so perhaps I should flout it in your face one more time. The right side of his upper lip curled into a silent snarl, twitching involuntarily with distaste and displeasure. Bane shifted to show his injured side, stating that he'd hurt himself after a hunt. After the hunt? It would have been more honorable to have been injured during the hunt, but alas he had a feeling Bane knew very little of honor. His brow furrowed as he referred to Loccian as a witchdoctor. What kind of madness was that? Was that what they called healers in his birth pack? How wretched. She's our Infanta Healer, I suggest you learn the tongue of the pack you've been in for more than a year. It wasn't that hard to learn the ranks and how to address wolves in Seracia, but it was apparent that Bane gave very little importance to assimilating into the Kingdom. The man continued to mouth off, talking about Maverick's biological father and mother in a tone that the Prince could not condone any longer. I can assure you my father had good reason for his temper with you as a subordinate, and I guarantee he would have ripped your throat out if you'd have succeeded in 'taking care' of my mother. Maverick took a step forward, and then another, narrowing the gap between them with steady and stiff movements. You say a word about my wife and I'll see you as Jester of this pack, understood? Stay away from her, and while you're at it.. stay away from me. The Prince clicked his jaws shut once. Go and find a healer, I'd certainly hate to see you die of infection. He smirked at his own wit, pivoting and moving slowly away from Bane. If the man said anything else he'd be near enough to hear and retort - if it was worth a response. Speech, |