PIRATE: It had been a couple weeks since Trevor had come to live with the pack. Pirate, as was Pirate's greatest talent, had avoided what he didn't want to deal with, and this new creature was not something he wanted to deal with. Still, he didn't avoid things forever, and eventually, he knocked on Trevor's door, opening it without waiting for an invite. Leaning in the doorway, he folded his arms over his chest and quirked a brow. "So, how's it going?"

TREVOR: Acclimating himself to the new life here in Providence was harder than he thought it would be but Trevor had been doing a fair enough job getting settled. They learned quickly that much like his beast, Trevor did things at his own pace and that was if they got done at all. He spent a lot of time in the woods in his lion form and a lot of that time was spent napping in the sun. A lot of the time he spent in the house was also spent lounging or reading or just being contrary because he could be. The only person he actually listened to was Sigmund and that was only because this was his house. When the door opened he looked up and away from the book he was reading and over at Pirate. "It's going."

PIRATE: "Oh yeah?" And the response was a challenge more than a confirmation of what Trevor had said. "You're very quiet." Because he lived next door and Pirate hadn't heard a peep out of the boy the whole time he'd been there. "I like that. It means I don't have to come in here and stuff socks in your mouth." The way Pirate finally walked into the room was a motion of claiming the space. Sigmund could do it without trying, or encroaching on anyone, but Pirate had to make a show of it to get it done.

TREVOR: The most that Trevor did in response to his room being invaded was let one arm go from resting across his stomach to resting over his head on the bed. If they had been in his own territory there would have been a fight but as it were they weren't and so he just continued lounging as Pirate came in. "If you are going to get kinky I would prefer a ball gag to socks." He said, his accent thick as he actually gave Pirate a whole sentence as opposed to two words.

PIRATE: There was something about Trevor that made him want to force the boy to action. Pirate himself was a slow sort of person as well, though his slowness was peppered with tension and calculating reserve, giving it a completely different sort of vibe. Glancing around the room, he wanted to know if Trevor had made it his own in any way. "What did you leave behind there?" It was an honest question, though one meant to be just a little bit mean.

TREVOR: "My parents." And a lover but he wasn't going to give any ammo to Pirate when he seemed to already want to get under his skin. Trevor regarded him with a lazy gaze but there was an abundance of life in his eyes. The beast was ready and prepared for an attack, even if it didn't seem like it.

PIRATE: "Is that all? That's not so bad. Lots of kids are itching to get away from their parents." Granted, fleeing the country because of political turmoil and war--not so much. He pulled a chair from the corner, lifting it easily even though it was a heavy, wing-backed lounge chair. Setting it down next to Trevor's bed, he sat down, crossing one leg over the other and making himself comfortable.

TREVOR: Trevor let his gaze follow Pirate's actions and he just stayed lounged back on his bed. After Pirate got settled he put his book down and gave the wolf his full attention. "Did you need something?" or did he just want to chat because so far none of them had wanted to chat with him except Sigmund.

PIRATE: He laughed a little and shook his head. "No, I don't need anything. I'm just being friendly. I'm sure Sigmund has told you all about me, warned you about me because I'm not very nice and I make small children cry."

TREVOR: "I suppose that it is a good thing that I am not a small child then." He said softly, smiling just a touch at that. "Though I was a very difficult child to make cry so I am not sure you would have liked me."

PIRATE: "No, I probably would have liked you. I don't enjoy making kids cry, they just do." Because Pirate was intimidating, or said the wrong thing, or glared at them like he was going to kill them. "So just parents then. No siblings? Suppose they'd be here too if there were."

TREVOR: "Im the only one." The only child. And that meant one day if the pride didn't destroy itself he would go back and be their king. He really wasn't interested in that but if it was what his parents wanted he'd do it.

PIRATE: Pirate laughed a little. "Okay, Simba. See, I knew you were the Lion King. Leaving the kingdom to the hyenas. Then you'll make a triumphant return. Though I don't think you'll find a Timon and Pumba here." Odd that he knew that movie so well. He'd never admit it, but he frequently watched it.

TREVOR: "Careful or I will make you my Nala and take you back to Africa with me." Pirate would obviously get that Trevor had more or less called him his bitch since he seemed to be so well versed with the lion king.

PIRATE: His jaw clenched and he uncrossed his legs, setting them firmly apart as if he was preparing himself to stand up. "Oh that's cute. I come in to be nice and you threaten me? What are you going to do, pin me down? Please."

TREVOR: That made Trevor smile and he closed his eyes, stretching his body out a little bit more on the bed. It made him happy just to see Pirate's jaw clench as if he were angered by the statement. If it came down to fisticuffs he knew that there was a very good chance that he would lose, mostly just because he didn't know how strong Pirate was or how capable he was when it came to fighting. "Afraid I might get the better of you?"

PIRATE: "Afraid? Seriously? You're ridiculous. I'm not afraid of you or anything you think you can do. You're just some half-pint kitten. Sig says your mane hasn't even come in yet." Though Pirate said it as an insult, Sigmund had said it with fondness.

TREVOR: That was an insult but Trevor didn't let it show that Pirate's words had hurt him. "If you thought that there was seriously no chance of it your panties wouldn't be in a bunch." Tucking his hands under his head he waited to see if the fact that he seemed unruffled would piss Pirate off even more.

PIRATE: Pirate stood. "All right then. Come at me." It had been a challenge and Pi didn't back down from challenges. Even if Trevor hadn't meant it to escalate to this point, the wolf wasn't going to let it just go unanswered. He radiated power, but it wasn't controled, or graceful in any way.

TREVOR: "I have better things to do with my time than to prove anything to you." He yawned, as if Pirate was boring him. If it came down to a fight he would fight him but at the moment he was content with letting it all roll off of his shoulders. He wasn't going to be here much longer anyway, he hoped.

PIRATE: Narrowing his eyes, he leaned over the bed and put his hands on Trevor's shoulders, pushing them hard to the mattress. "You're going to learn real fast here that you don't talk unless you can back it up." That was Pirate's life--proving himself to others, constantly.

TREVOR: No. Now he had crossed the line. Trevor could talk shit all day but he didn't like being touched and Pirate had put his hands on him. Lifting his hands up, he shoved Pirate back off of him and sat up. "I didn't say I couldn't back it up, I just said I had better things to do with my time than to fight with someone like you."

PIRATE: "Someone like me? You mean someone who actually belongs here?" Pirate didn't go very far when Trevor shoved him and he was back within striking distance in the blink of an eye. "You can't 'just say' things around here."

TREVOR: "Someone who thinks he has to piss all over the house just so people know it's his." Trevor shoved him again, not liking that Pirate was getting right up in his face. "You think you are so big and tough, but you're not." He knew if he lost now that Pirate would be nothing but smug from here until the end of eternity but he couldnt help it. Pirate had crossed the line.

PIRATE: It didn't take much to finally goad him into attack, and that second shove had done the trick. With much of his might, he leaped forward, grabbing Trevor's throat with his strong hand and slamming him back against the headboard. He didn't say a word, just held onto the boy with a furious look in his eye.

TREVOR: When Trevor was just a little boy his father had taught him about respect and about patience. Unfortunately neither of those were involved at the moment as he saw red. He knew better than to disrespect Sigmund by fighting in the house but he was young and often times foolish and this was one of those times. Instaed of trying to untangle Pirate's hand from his throat he just hit the wolf in the side of the head with his fist, intent on getting him off of him.

PIRATE: The grip loosened, but didn't come off entirely. Pirate felt his whole brain rattle inside his head when the hit came, but he steadied himself quickly and brought his knee down on the top of Trevor's thigh, right into the meat of it, crushing into the femur. He wanted to make the other cry out, even though he knew it would bring Sigmund, or someone else.

TREVOR: Pain shot through his leg and he let out a grunt but didn't give Pirate the satisfaction of crying out loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. He hit Pirate again and this time didn't hesitate before pulling back to do it again. He wanted the wolf off of him and he wanted to makeh im pay.

PIRATE: A growl tore from Pirate's throat and he dodged the second hit, leveling one against Trevor with unyielding force. He had to prove that he was the stronger one; he had to make Trevor submit at least a little. His grip tightened back around the other's throat, squeezing down so hard he could feel the muscles and ligaments give way beneath the pressure.

TREVOR: The hit he took from Pirate made him see black but his vision snapped back in a second later. He wrapped his hand around Pirate's wrist when he felt the wolf starting to crush his windpipe and he squeezed hard enough to cause the bone to break. There was no audible snap but merely a gravely sound that Trevor knew meant he'd broken it. He kept crushing, wanting to prevent Pirate from closing his fingers hard enough to kill him.

PIRATE: Pirate hissed from the pain, groaning and trying to yank his hand away, making the bone disintegrate more. Quickly, he dug his good hand into Trevor's side, clenching his fingers so hard into the flesh that he threatened to rip a chunk out. The sharpness of his fingernails tore into the skin with anger and the first thuds of panic came to his heart.

TREVOR: Another whimper tried to work it's way out of him but he couldn't make a single sound. All he could do was let go of his wrist and use that hand to hit him again. Anything to just get Pirate the hell away from him. If he had enough space to get up off of the bed then he was going to attack, but he needed Pirate back in order to do that.

PIRATE: When his wrist was released, he was pulling away. The hit connected, however and sent him sprawling back because he had nothing left to hold onto and his brain was far too focused on the way the bone was screaming at him to stop moving. He was quickly back on his feet though, ready to lunge again.

TREVOR: Trevor was up off of the bed in a flash. Blood was trickling down his side from where Pirate had grabbed him and sank his fingers in but he ignored the pain shooting through his body in favor of trying to tackle him back down to the ground. He was on Pirate as soon as he was back on his feet, trying to force him down.

PIRATE: The force of the weight crashing into him sent them both backwards, crashing into the door to the bathroom with a loud bang. Pirate knew he didn't have a lot of time after that and he fought back with even more ferocity before the door opened and Sigmund had Pirate by the scruff of the collar, yanking him back and out from under Trevor. "That didn't take very long." He said with a sour, but calm face.

TREVOR: When Sigmund got involved Trevor just backed off, sinking back against the bed even though he was still sitting on the floor. He pressed his hand against the side of his body cover the wound that Pirate had given him and he just looked at the wolves, not saying anything because he couldn't say anything.

SIGMUND: Sigmund gave Pirate a look that could kill him where he stood, but the wolf bore it with dignity. "Go get some first aid supplies." He could smell blood on someone and the way Pirate was holding his wrist, he knew that would take a couple days to heal properly. "Go." He ordered Pirate, who obeyed, but didn't look happy about it. Turning to Trevor he sighed.

TREVOR: If he could have, he would have apologized. As it were he tried to give him an apologetic look but he was in so much pain that he was pretty sure he wasn't able to pull it off. Instead he just sat there, trying not to get upset but it was quickly becoming hard not to be.

SIGMUND: He felt bad for the kid, who was probably just trying to defend himself. Sigmund knew exactly how Pirate could be and he'd had to put him in his place more than once in a scuffle. Reaching down, he carefully lifted Trevor back up onto the bed and when Pirate returned, he gave him an expectant look. "You caused the wounds, you fix them." Pirate didn't say a word, just glared and sat next to Trevor with a jerk, doing his best to fix the kid up one handed.

TREVOR: Trevor would rather bleed to death than let Pirate touch him so he shoved the man's hand away from him and he rolled over to the other side of the bed and off. Once he was on his feet he stood there, leaning forward so his hands were on the bed and holding him up.

SIGMUND: "Trevor," Sigmund started, but Pirate had already thrown the first aid box off the bed in a sudden tantrum and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Sigmund let him go, realizing more of a fight wasn't going to help much. "I'll do it." Sigmund said, looking a little disappointed that neither had been big enough people to just let this go. But then again, Sigmund didn't know what had been said.

TREVOR: Trevor just shook his head and grabbed the first aid box before Sigmund could get it. Then he went into the bathroom and shut the door so that he could be alone and he could lick his own wounds clean.

SIGMUND: "He's not a terrible guy, Trevor." Sigmund called after the boy. "Just give him a chance--I'm sure he'll come around." Even though Pirate was never going to be pleasant about it. With that, he left the kid alone, figuring that was the best thing for him right now.