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- China Rose Lykoi - 01-21-2011 [html] SoSuWriMo: 348
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He too could be free if he dared to spread his blackened wings. He had done so before, and though he had fallen, crisp with sin, he could always rise again. While it was she that had spoken those words, he had firmly believed that fear was something beyond him. Every child believed themselves to be indestructible and unique and the fallen prince was no different on that matter. The cold fact remained the same; he barely knew the petite creature. So what had she done to his smooth facade? The uncomfortable sensation of jaws tightly clenched mentally distorted his face, but he could not understand it more than she could understand the tears her eyes shed behind his departing form.
Chilly breeze was most welcome as he strode out of the sad carcass of humanity, and she spoke his name. How strange it was to hear the melodic voice breathe the name of the weasel; such a sneaky, deceitful creature! Perhaps Halo had known what she was doing when she had decided on the name of her unwanted child. He could grow into a destructible force if time only formed him right. The young Lykoi wished to maintain his image of a perfect creature, but while his mind longed to carry him away on raven wings, he felt his muscles slowly freeze and end cooperation between brain and body. Ears fluttered at the sound of those soft tones, the sad tunes of a black bird in the veiled night.
He was not hurt; refused to allow himself to be. His core could not recognize any emotional response to rejection besides shallow disappointment. She had disappointed him, but in return he had harmed her. Turning slightly with wind grooming through pale gold, depths of scarlet peered at the lonely creature standing alone in the empty doorway. The prince was unaccustomed with the situation he faced, and could hardly be blamed for it. All Itachi wanted was for his feet to continue their stride, but they had turned him around instead. How could a creature’s own body disobey so? .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-07-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-07-2011 [html] <3!
So young and unknowing, he did not know what he wanted. Often he thought he did, but mind and body did not collaborate well in every instance. This female unsettled him so in ways that were difficult for him to interpret. The tight emotion twisting his abdomen; the cold awareness of cerulean focus—he had not matured enough to make this journey. Teddy soft ears were strapped against blonde skull at the words dancing towards him together with her slower moving form. The fallen prince did not like to see her filly figure step into weather it was not designed to withstand. Gray claws clicked softly together as his fingers sought each other beneath his chest. Why did she have to move with such sway?
Had the prince of betrayal ever liked her young butterfly form? Oh yes, definitely, but did he like her? How could he adore something he could not understand? Her features were very easy to love, but it was a shallow, useless emotion that possessed his wolfish shell and little more. He had done wrong by her, and so why would she speak these strange words now after more or less rejecting him? Why did he have to suffer so because of her? The youth’s chin fell somewhat, and sunset stare gazed at the approaching hand dressed in its warm blush. He knew well that he yearned for the touch—she deserved to be protected from the chilly white that sought to destroy the lovely summer creature.
In the end, he could not find which answer would carry the genuine truth she sought. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-07-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
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He became more aware of his strong heart’s pace as her fingers settled against the soft, whiter shades of pale hues on his chest. The fairy tale princess had explained, but it did not have to mean that he understood. Why did this have to be wrong? Why was it wrong to cherish royalty before commoners? The girl was easy to treasure, not only for her fragile beauty, but for the subtle characteristics that he could recognize. She was the home that was no longer his and he could almost have accepted his devious move as a mistake if they just could have given him a second chance. The family would not forgive such a misstep though, and he had to wonder why the girl did not shy from his bleeding orbs.
The boy did not have to prove anything to her, and therefore he merely did what seemed to be the natural step for him to take. Fingers settled above the hand that had reached out to ensure his level of existence. The boy could find contentment for a while in this simple touch. ”I suppose I will,” he replied, permitting his gaze to turn vacant and fall from her wispy form. There was nowhere else to go. Anathema had offered him what his own family denied him, but he had yet to find satisfaction within the ranks. They were strangers, all of them, even the pale queen with the emerald gaze. Would he ever belong anywhere? Did he want to? It was a complicated matter, this.
”I don’t have anywhere else to go.” It could be a sad revelation, but only if he wanted it to be. Now, why did she ask this question? Focus sharpened as deep maroon found her lovely face, suspicious with fresh traces of gloom sprouting forth. Would the wolf pack take action if they were to learn what he was? .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-07-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-07-2011 [html] --
He knew by now that the girl was toying with him, but to what extent? His pulse remained steady, humming through dilated veins of tinted blue, just like hers. Her seductive melody inspired ears to swivel and lift slowly from the fields of darker hay that adorned the top and back of his tranquil form. The fallen creature could see that she wanted to believe in this, and it made his fingertips add a touch of pressure against the rose hand that remained attached to his chest, above the living heart pulsing beneath against its organic prison. Could she feel the steady hum for her silver silhouette? She would never see the world through the prince’s eyes, and he would never see through hers. Was her existence so careless and free as she made it out to be?
Could he too believe in the optimistic words spilling out on top of the summer child’s breath? Another palm settled against his pale cheek, and he felt a melting sensation beyond his chest. Nothing of this could hurt him either way, he supposed, for it was she that insisted this was morally wrong. Why was it that she sought to touch his blonde hues a second time, then? Itachi had believed she had served him cold rejection seasoned with a solid amount of insult at his lack of heart, but her play with words and blue skies seemed so genuine to him—she knew how to captivate him. ”But it is wrong” he spoke with a calm voice that could carry the world through an apocalypse. Itachi knew that he did not care, but she did.
Why would she continue to dwell with such a sinful creature as he? .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-08-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
.china-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .china-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .china-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .china-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... /vine3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-10-2011 [html] 300+
Oh, how she continued to disarrange his young mind with misguiding words. The siren had speculated why he had acted as he had done, but now words raged against that distasteful word, wrong. Many things were wrong in life, and Itachi had embraced this as well as right. What kept wheels spinning was his own mind, poisoned by a vividly bizarre perspective of life that could lead his close ones into danger in his presence. But ah, there were no cruel ideas hunting his golden form while she was near. He, as they, was unable to predict the future, but did not wonder about what was to come. Instead he turned his focus on her blushing cheeks; extraordinarily tinted by the short outburst that discoloured the blue he adored so.
She spoke of others as if they knew nothing, but the fallen Prince knew that it was they that lacked knowledge. Perhaps it was wrong, but why should he rage about something that seemed to delightful and right? She had strayed from him, but returned now with anger falling away as the veil before the majestic swan queen. He had been her silent audience, but had felt no force driving him to mirror her emotions. No, he had always been a quiet child, and the youth trapped between that childhood and adulthood would be no different. However, those who searched would eventually find that he was not as empty as that tranquil face of pale blonde and sunset could seem.
Now, drawn out by his interruptible calm, thin lips curved slightly in belated response to her abstract embrace of this peculiar situation. She reached for him again, and his chin fell slightly as he watched fingers stretch again. How bizarre this continued to be, but he did not mind, for her features could not be rejected by a young, inexperienced soul. ”They won’t know,” he assured her, content with the silly thought that this petite folly could be his for time being. Hands slowly rose, aiming for a light embrace about her slender figure if she permitted. <style type="text/css"> .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-12-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
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Deep wine investigated the approaching spring present in her face; those smooth lines exploding into a blooming smile utterly enhancing the girl’s soft features, making him such a fool, apparently. This physical attraction—whatever it was, it seemed to change him and his preferences—his very core at that, for he found his behaviour alarmingly altered while she pulled her strings. Disengaged and mystic as always, though he was anything but that usual genuine, shallow shell in the not-so-innocent temptress’ presence. The female creature inspired him to try to see the world differently, if only for a little while. It was a breath of fresh air to his demon lungs, and black wings effervesced with her purity, though she was not innocent.
The simple sensation of her touch was appreciative, and the concentrated pulse dancing behind his chest pushed out against her with soft, rhythmic thuds. His hands embraced silvery silk layered with invasive cold, and it could speak of her alternative motives. Greed could pose as a pretty thing regardless, for she was in his arms now, and that alone could give him shallow satisfaction for time being. She spoke with words beyond him, and slowly, he paused, putting a stop to the increasing pressure set in motion by the arms encircling her. His vibrant gaze wandered upwards into a solid, pale sky as he thought of the Queen of the mountains. Naniko was the first female that had allowed a spark of dazzling mystique to amaze his body, but it was the willowy creature in his grasp that had shown him the true pleasures of the flesh.
It did not occur to him that his answer could give birth to jealousy, for crimson eyes remained secretly blue with their lack of knowledge at this subject and everything connected to it. ”There are,” but he knew very few. The male was a poor immigrant, for he had only arrived out of necessity. He was separated from the rest and well aware, for it was his own doing. But the green eyed, pale mistress had given his hormones a breath of life in the past, and the boy thought himself to be hungry for her and her winter skin. So why did the slender temptress wonder if she was in his thoughts. How would he know which thoughts were to possess him in the close future when this scene had died? ”Perhaps,” the wondering answer returned, though he supposed he would. The songbird intrigued him, even if she did not belong in his world. ”Do you think I should?” <style type="text/css"> .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-12-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
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The young turncoat would develop and learn as weeks and months passed, but at present time his feeble experience had not yet spoken to him with its wiser words. The canine’s shadowed core had always been wrapped in icy haze and negative temperatures—he knew not what it was to be warm within. The soft songbird’s feathers bristled and turned into sharp thorns of a wild rose, twisting and pulling to be free. Pale arms broke off from her figurine without the taste of battle, for he pondered what had quenched her song and breathed frost into those rare blues she held. It was rejection, cold and constant, for her dance back and forth increased the strength of ripples spreading through still, black water.
Was the flower indifferent with the content in his youthful mind? Ears swivelled back to lean away from her direction, tinted with the lightest spray of gold. She turned again, turned her features smooth and warm, but she could not get away with it forever. Her words meant nothing, for thoughts of another were not necessarily ones of affection. Itachi knew not hate as he had seen it burn in the Aquila’s glare, but it had made him aware of its existence. Warm or cold, he knew he wanted her to think softly of him. But now she was to draw away from him further, and would he returned to his world of winter with barbed wire circling the ice block within.
Though, if this was how it was supposed to be, he would let her go. His eyes’ direction travelled to the wooden skeleton behind the willowy creature, wondering if there would ever burn a warm bonfire within its hollow shell. <style type="text/css"> .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-12-2011 [html] Wordcount: 3+
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