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- Itachi Lykoi - 04-22-2011 Private [html] His cave remained empty and naked in the scarce light of sparkling flames. The songbird would die here, and he was the one that had forced her into the cage and closed the door. But this place had never been his; not really. It wasn’t hers either, and for the first time, another creature’s opinion had managed to creep beneath his skin and grant him a new infection that could seethe and burn beyond the flesh. But he belonged to no place, and the silvery shaded bird would soon be able to spread her wings again and fly far away from this place. She belonged with the sun and would wither in cruel darkness.
The flawed child of Inferni turned away from the sleeping girl and paced out of his dwelling on soundless feet. But he had no urge to wander far from her, for a light sense of paranoia clung to him like a lover would, and there were canines within these tunnels that he did not trust. This girl did not belong here, and it was only a matter of time before someone would speak up. Itachi would await their reaction and act accordingly. While he was not a physically impressive male, his mind knew determination well. He was a lonesome child wandering in the direction he pleased, but armed with devotion he would never stop.
He took a seat outside the mouth of his cave. Sunset eyes closed off from the world, but the dark underground had improved other, vital senses to be more aware of what happened around him. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 04-22-2011 [html] Table by Sie He had been an absent creature of late, prone to prowling the lands beyond the dismal darkness of Anathema's caves. Unlike some, Sirius was unable to totally adjust to the underground living. It was a practice of his to rise early, and return only when necessary.
.siri-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .siri-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .siri-201 b {color:#A8C1EC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .siri-201 {background-color:#314E7E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/sirius.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0B1627; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:125px 0px 10px 0px; } .siri-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-22-2011 [html] Eyes opened and pursued the incoming shadow of a man with eyes of poison ivy. The young Lykoi’s presence did not go ignored, and the man halted instead of continuing past. The golden young one was not a moth, and would rather crawl into the lonesome darkness rather than to flap his wings and steer into the hypnotizing light. But this individual’s presence was not frowned upon, and the calm ice in warmly shaded eyes did not harden and seethe with the knowledge that silence would not be given the chance to stay. Itachi was many things, and to Sirius he was a friendly existence that did not couple up with others so that he could listen to his own voice.
Eyelids hooded the brilliant swirls of colours as his gaze followed the fall of the dead hare. He was not accustomed to taking meat from others, but it was an offer he saw no immediate reason to decline. His stomach was empty and had been for some time. ”It would be most welcome, Sirius,” he replied, allowing his maw to dip in silent respect for the undeserved kindness he was met with. Silence was his friend, but he could stand being apart from it if the alternative was bearable. Again, the youth’s unique eyes rose to the eyes of the other. Sirius had the eyes of the snake, poisonous and deadly—there was no doubt danger lurking within that colour. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 04-22-2011 [html] Table by Sie He watched intently as the boy surveyed the dead animal; When his acceptance of the offer finally came from such a silent maw, the man smiled. It was not a cruel smile, but sharp nonetheless - Slightly yellowed teeth glinted momentarily in the flickering flame-light, before being concealed again by an amiably curving maw. His method of manipulation did not come from the face, as so many others did, but from all things - With the offering of food, it had already begun.
.siri-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .siri-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .siri-201 b {color:#A8C1EC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .siri-201 {background-color:#314E7E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/sirius.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0B1627; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:125px 0px 10px 0px; } .siri-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-23-2011 500+ [html] Individuals were different, and it was only natural for him to rank them in his mind. Few proved worthy of Itachi’s time, in truth, for they would clash so horribly with his quiet demeanour. For most it would be a most preferred match, for there were many that loved a man that could listen without interruption, but he cared so little for such creatures, vain and self-occupied as they were. Greed was a skill everyone shared here, but it was the way it was carried that affected him. Even the most loving mother would act in pure greed, harvesting her own contentment and happiness from that of her children. Perhaps that was why he did not let foolish hatred burn for his mother. She was just like everyone else, overall.
So what made the earthen shaded man with the poison eyes take interest in him? Thoughts did not spiral down around this unspoken question, for Itachi had not a burning desire to know. He was not eager to analyse every twist and turn in his existence. The flawed prince remained still as the older man sat down across of him. Eyes shaded with lines of polluted dusk rested on the rabbit as the large predator’s claws dug deep into skin, sinew and bone. Dead animals bled, but it was a slower flow when the working heart did no longer pulse. The smell of cold blood reminded him of death as well, and the young male thought of his father and how the sound of the rabbit’s tearing flesh matched with the one breaking silence when Eris had dug for the still warm liver.
But there was no trouble oozing forth in the blonde prince’s face. He was not traumatized by the incident. He ought to be, but as his father and the man before him, he carried flaws in heart and mind. Clawed fingers reached to receive the lean leg when it was offered. Patiently, the hybrid continued to let sharp nails dig and rip, removing remaining pelt that still hang on to the raw meat. A prepared meal could have elevated taste, but Itachi was far from picky, and the fresh taste of raw meat would be delightful as well, for it would be seasoned with the light golden male’s own hunger. Blushing hues of red rose to meet the owner of what had turned into a question.
Itachi did not turn to gaze into the darkness—he had no reason to; they both knew she was there. Who was he to deny Sirius the truth? ”A dreamer,” he replied, continuing to peel off some skin and fur. ”I found her unconscious at the pack’s borders and brought her here. But she can’t stay.” for surely this darkness would suffocate her and kill her song forever. Sirius too could detect which group she belonged to. The relationship between the coyote clan and this pack was so fragile, and he knew the girl wasn’t safe here. She knew too, and he hoped she would spread her wings very soon to save herself from the stalking cat. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 04-23-2011 [html] Table by Sie Itachi Lykoi was a creature short of words, but Sirius could respect that. Words were shifty things, easily pliable into weapons or defenses, but also easily dissuaded. Actions were much more difficult to edit and manipulate - Much more solid and dangerous. The man had been blessed early with an eloquent, silver tongue; a talent to behold when it was put into practice. With words he could control people's minds, but with actions, their bodies.
.siri-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .siri-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .siri-201 b {color:#A8C1EC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .siri-201 {background-color:#314E7E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/sirius.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0B1627; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:125px 0px 10px 0px; } .siri-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-23-2011 500+ [html] He did not yet know what he wanted from the silvery creature with the fluttery heart and eager song. They remained day and night, and this would never change. Perhaps this was all some wicked experiment he was administrating, using himself as well as her. But he didn’t think he had the required curiosity or effort to do such a thing. But a young mind had to wonder, and his curious was likely the only thing that kept them connected. There was a pull from China too, of course, but Itachi would never commit an act against his own will. Would there be a time when he had to face a superior with a no? It was likely to happen; for while he was settling in here, slowly but surely, a chain of true loyalty and dedication had yet to close around his throat and capture him. He was free, and forever would be. He was the one making the choices, even when others thought they made them for him.
The calm voice brought no change to the boy’s silent shell, but his mind wondered. What did Sirius see, he wondered. But thoughts would not linger on the man’s words without more than that, and he moved on to the question that was asked, though acknowledging the feeling of hollow hunger roused by the scent of weeping blood, cold or not. The question the older canine had asked had already been answered, but Itachi would repeat the one difference that should forever keep the two young souls apart. ”She is a dreamer,” he answered, watching a blood smeared claw run through smooth muscle. This was a fine, young specimen. He knew why the eggshell blue captivated him so. China’s eyes could see what he could not. Her world was two combined. She saw things as they were and how he could be. He could not follow her even if he wished to. Perhaps that thought should have burdened the young prince, but if it couldn’t be fixed, one had to accept it. He did.
A slight nod was given by a swift, bobbing muzzle draped with the traditional splash of colour to reveal his blood’s connection to the Lykois. Yes, Anathema was too dark for a creature of the light, and he did not wish to murder such a precious little being. There were enough evils in the world for her, and she would quickly wither without the sun’s caring caress. The last comment served him was peculiar. No doubt it succeeded at sharpening the younger male’s attention. Bloodied shades had all the patience in the world as they slowly climbed up to investigate poison jade. His constant calm could be views as a most magnificent skill, but the simple fact was that it was a fault in the male. People grew uneasy around him over time, and he believed he understood. But he did not care enough to make adjustments to his personality, for he depended on no one.
Was it a shame that he couldn’t keep the silvery female? ”Perhaps,” but he could not let thoughts drift and imagine another reality. For some it was a simple thing to let imagination soar, but for him it was not. Why dream about a different world when one was forever trapped in this one? ”It is as it is,” he continued, for he had accepted this long ago and had no desire to rage at the world. Sunset eyes lingered on the man’s green, for he had to wonder if the man was trying to get somewhere. There was no such thing as idle talk, and he pondered about the nature of Sirius’ motivation to speak of the topic in such a manner. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 04-23-2011 [html] Table by Sie This was difficult, but in being so, provided a challenge Sirius had not been posed with for a long time. So many individuals had such simple wants, but what lure could he possible propose to a soul that had already accepted its hand in fate? Had Itachi no desire to claim fate as his own? It was puzzling, for the boy seemed to have already made concrete decisions on things that, to a normal individual, were feasibly changeable. How could he, a young man, see claiming the girl within his cave as an impossibility?
.siri-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .siri-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .siri-201 b {color:#A8C1EC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .siri-201 {background-color:#314E7E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/sirius.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0B1627; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:125px 0px 10px 0px; } .siri-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 04-24-2011 Sorries for wait, love ;_; 500+ [html] While jaws greedily reached to tear off large chunks of flesh, his hunger was under control. Rushing the meal would do no good, and he took pleasure in small things such as this simple meal with the presence of a mastermind. Yes, perhaps the flawed boy was a fool to assume the nature of the male before him, but he thought he could allow himself the chance of missing a step every once in a while. But smell and taste was ruined these days after what he had witnessed. It had opened the door for a new acquaintanceship with another canine, one that he had known nothing of until the day she appeared before a dying canine and revealed the depths of her unintentional wickedness. But she had captivated him, and Itachi could not resist seeking more answers once his curiosity peaked. Sirius was worthy of his time as well, if not in the future then at least now, while the boy’s attention was fresh and questioning.
The response the blonde youth received reminded him of the encounter with the male that currently held the rank as Rakeeb. The man had ridiculed his appreciation for black velvet dotted with light. He had revealed why, but Itachi, who had been more of a child then, had not accepted the reason he still viewed as rather pitiful. Sirius words insisted that he was wrong, but the hybrid could understand that he spoke these words because he thought them to be true. Considering the change of perspective offered by the older man, he found that he had to agree, though only to some extent. It was true that Itachi knew nothing but himself, but even his own mind could prove to be littered with unknown qualities and secrets. Would a creature ever know itself fully? These were interesting questions to linger on, thought he had to wonder about the likeliness of finding a genuine answer. Absolutely nothing was certain, he decided.
Bleeding eyes were drawn to the male’s hand and the disassembled object which moments later was thrown down before him. Such a strange question to ask. Lids hooded the glorious colours swirling around the boy’s attentive pupils, remained at the object before him. He knew it only because he had been unfortunate enough to risk stomping on a similarly made snare back when he had been a younger fool and lived with the clan. But did Sirius toss his line out into deeper depths for richer prey? Itachi’s mind did not follow common logic, but he would occasionally let go of the reins and expand his capability to analyse. This object could be so many things, and it all depended on the set of eyes that saw. It could be the beginning and the end, captivity and release, life and death. But the other man’s question was simple, and Itachi rarely offered unnecessary data. ”A snare,” he spoke, hollow gaze again climbing to the face of his current companion in pursuit of reaction. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 04-26-2011 [html] Table by Sie There was so much going on behind those bleeding jewels. Siri could sense it, could see it, but it frustrated him endlessly not to know it. The average soul was so easy to read, to find intention within a questioning gaze, within every orchestrated movement. The Hunter could read such things, a scholar to his art, and find reasoning to twist the mind to wills beyond its current comprehension.
.siri-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .siri-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .siri-201 b {color:#A8C1EC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .siri-201 {background-color:#314E7E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/sirius.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0B1627; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:125px 0px 10px 0px; } .siri-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 05-05-2011 [html] Blonde ears perked at the words that offered him another depth. But a thought was only restricted by its owner, and without set boundaries, it could soar endlessly and embrace everything on its way. Before it was a snare, it was a sapling tree, Sirius revealed. The lifeless line that was the young canine’s mouth seemed to curl just slightly while hearing the older male’s well formulated sentences. Suspicion had yet to bloom properly within his empathic mind; though it was likely that he was soon to start to question the direction the topic was headed. But he had to applaud the man for his ability to seize his attention in such a way. But there were cracks in the ideas that the man with the chemical eyes wished to plant in Itachi’s head.
”Perhaps it was paying attention to his kin that led him to his doom,” Itachi said, offering a different possibility. The winter had been hard and a greedy creature would always work to minimaze competition. He thought of his grandmother that had refused to fall and the violet eyed man that had died by trusting an unknown son. One was not truly safe anywhere, not even amongst kin. He was the perfect example of this, and so Sirius’ point made less sense than it should. Salmon shaded tongue leaped out to taste the sticky maroon that stained otherwise pale fingers. ”There are others with Lykoi and Kimaris blood here,” he then said, moving to the question that was asked. But family meant so little to this male, so he had not done much to investigate on his own. But he knew of Eris and the Kimaris woman. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 05-05-2011 [html] Table by Sie The boy seemed unthawed by his pretty sentences, or was surely not intimidated by them. But again, this was as Sirius wished; he was the careful Hunter, and each word wove a new layer to the snare he built around the mind of the boy, Itachi Lykoi.
.siri-201 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .siri-201 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .siri-201 b {color:#A8C1EC; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .siri-201 {background-color:#314E7E; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/sirius.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0B1627; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:125px 0px 10px 0px; } .siri-201-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 05-11-2011 Your choice if you want to add a final reply or not [html] Sirius continued to speak of this word, and it was so very clear that there were associations connected to this word to make it meaningful. It rang hollow and dull in the ears of the blonde monster, but he listened to the voice, for it was impregnated with a promise that he could not put his pale finger on. There was something that wanted to draw his breath away. Had he been less crippled, perhaps he would have swallowed every word blindly. But the flawed scarlet coating in the Lykoi’s eyes revealed that Sirius did not speak to deaf ears. Itachi had not had a choice the first time round, and it had resulted badly. There was a proposal interlaced in the snake eyed man, and Itachi didn’t want to turn away now.
”You want me to follow you,” the young male said, finding the answer as he spoke it. He did not want to be a part of any chain or connection. If Sirius wanted to call it family, then he was free to. The words and terms used mattered little as long as he understood. He wanted independence and loathed to see the chains approach him, hungry to devour who and what he was. But a choice always had to be made, and he would always follow his own interests to his best ability. Anathema was a place where he had found contentment, but there was more beyond the horizon. Perhaps it was time to move forward. He did not wish he could see what lay ahead, for he settled with acceptance. This could become quite interesting. The white queen’s beauty held him captive no more. <style type="text/css"> .itachihilli {width:400px; background-image:url('http://www.ghostecho.net/souls/ana/itachi.png'); background-position:top center; background-color:#000; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid white;} .itachihilli2 {padding:170px 10px 10px 10px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#C39945; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;} .itachihilli b {color:#FFE1A5; font-family:georgia;} .itachihilli p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style> - Sirius Revlis - 05-11-2011 [html] Table by Sie There was a pause, as his words lingered on empty air, and acidic green meshed with bleeding ruby. Then the boy's words spilled out to break the hollow silence, and for a moment Sirius seemed to have not heard them.
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