ninception | (no subject)

Bucky knows, logically, why this is important. The two tribes have been warring for a long time; many people have died, the best warriors injured in a battle, or killed. The Fiukav aren't losing the war, but they're not winning it either. The stalemate had gone on long enough to be uncomfortable, for people in the tribe to wonder if they were about to be lead into a trap. That's when the Elders had come up with a plan: to reach out to their enemies with a proposition of a truce.

He doesn't like it one bit.

Why does the truce have to involve marrying the heirs of both tribes together? Bucky doesn't know a single thing about the so-called enemy prince, save for the fact that he's apparently an alpha. Bucky hates alphas, hate how they always try to enforce their will on him just because he's an omega. He's easily the best warrior in the entire tribe, but because of his designation, he's never been allowed into combat.

He's been able to fight through his heats for years, but the Elders won't hear it. It's always people underestimating him, making him want to lash out and bite them, even if that would only be met with a mild reaction at best. Bastards.

So that's why he's standing in ceremonial deerskin clothes, trying to keep his fists from shaking, and wondering when the enemy price will show up, and prove to be just as big of a bastard as every other alpha he's ever met.

Threaded | Flat

The Paavrioav tribe may have an heir and no current leader, but it's still ruled by the elders until he's mated for six full moon cycles. The irony of Steve's current situation isn't lost on him. He can't refuse this order, but by giving it, they're telling him that they think he's ready to take over. It's a show of faith to him, but also a test, because he knows that if he refuses, they won't let him chose a mate of his own any time soon.

Still, peace is important. He think they could have won this war, but at what cost? If a gesture that saves lives is how he steps up to lead, he'll take it. He only hopes that the omega heir he's to marry will be a good man.

He approaches with his small caravan, wearing his own ornately beaded clothing. There are only a few of his own tribe with him. It's meant to be a show of good faith that he only hopes is reciprocated. They'd try to talk him into bringing more alphas, but he'd told them that peace is worth the risk.

Once he's close enough, he bows, but he never quite manages to lower his eyes.

"On behalf of my tribe, thank you for welcoming us, Prince James."