And there was silk all on the walls

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 05:42 AM

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His young heart did no longer pound at night as he dwelled within the mountains. However, Itachi found himself wondering whether or not he would ever get accustomed to the deep holes in the earth. It wasn’t natural. He was often found sitting by one of the many entrances to the caves in late evening, hoping to get a glimpse of the glittering entities up there, displayed against dark velvet. What was so captivating about it? They glittered and pulsed, and Itachi Lykoi firmly believed that it was the very essence of life he witnessed up there in the blackened sky. The young male knew nothing of science and the actual truths about the distant stars, but that was no handicap of his. No, it made it possible for him to dream his dreams and make up his world on his own. And it could be a beautiful world,, even if was a hell, as Naniko D’Angelo had said.

Yes, lovely Naniko.. Has she saved or doomed him? It depended how he chose to look at his situation, but there was little sorrow in his pale hued chest compared to what could have been. Inferni was steadily moving into the past within his mind, and Anathema was his new, permanent home. That was how he wished it to be though, even if they lived under the earth unlike his species. Weren’t they supposed to roam under the pale blue light of the moon and sing for their lives? Itachi was not certain of such things, for instinct did not play as big role in the modern canines’ lives anymore. There was enough in the Lykoi to know what he could long for, but he did not have enough of it to actually ache for it. Even so, the blonde knew that he would eventually settle on the surface of the pack lands rather than within the caves.

His form was barely lit by the scattered, pale light from above. Even by night, he could not hide away. Dressed in pale gold, he couldn’t easily use shadows as well as some. It was not an issue, really, but sometimes he wondered, thinking about some of his so called pack mates and their blessed, ebony hues. Then again, was he a creature that wished to hide away? A pallid smirk appeared on a still, youthful face at this. Was he not meant for greater things? Itachi did not lack his family’s arrogance the least. Halo had failed at many things when it came to motherhood, but the natural pride at his blood was there, despite having been exiled from his home and everyone that had cared about him. Kaena had been more his mother than anything, but something was surely wrong with him since he had been able to let go of her so easily. Something was wrong with him, inside. He believed the Aquila had seen this.

The seated youth rose silently on four, pale paws and took a few experimental steps out from the cave’s hovering mouth of an entrance. Deep scarlet framed by artist’s purple remained attached to the sky above. Loneliness was not a cruel thing of destruction in his world. Itachi had always been alone, more or less. He had not been brought into this life with siblings by his side, and there had not been any other puppies in Inferni to play with as he grew and moved into the caves with his great grandmother. He knew there were puppies here, nestled within the depths of the tunnels, but he had never made out to attempt to pin down their current location. They were too young, and Itachi was secretly convinced that it was too late for him to know innocence as they did. He had already proven to those who had been close to him that he was capable of murder—it had only been chance that had saved Kaena Lykoi’s life and nothing more. He knew he would have pushed her into her death if he hadn’t been interrupted by another relative before the deed was finished.

Another step brought him completely out in the sparse light consisting of blue and grays. How fascinating it was to see the night drain the world’s colours away. It was January—though Itachi was completely unaware of date and month, as he simply was--and there was not that much colour left now, as the frozen water had come from above to claim the earthen kingdom in its lack of colours; in pale white. It reminded the young Lykoi of the flawless hues of Naniko. How strange it was that he could give in so easily to this individual. He had yet to investigate his own mind for answers. Not because he feared the possible answer he could risk to face, but because it was not really important. It did not matter, truly. Things were what they were and he accepted the hellish world he was bound to, and would function as best he could until it was time to be released and fall even further from grace. There was no heaven for this one, but that too was something that the young Lykoi male had accepted. He was a horribly flawed child.

A dark cold nose loomed mere inches above the ground as he inhaled the world’s scents. Frosted earth, rocks and other canines, accompanied by the air’s movement, revealing a magnitude of scents from the area around him, some which he would never be able to recognize. The young one felt himself suddenly wishing to go hunting. It was a skill he would have to improve greatly, and now could have been the time if the world had not been veiled in such darkness. Instead he turned slightly, moving up to the side of the cave’s entrance and further up along the rocky territory, though not far. Would it be so long before the sun would rise again? Sleep was not something Itachi required heavy amounts of, despite inhabiting a growing body with needs. His sleep’s pattern was nowhere near stable either, and he suspected it was due to living underground, where darkness loomed both night and day. Anathema knew to use fire well, but that was not enough to settle the hybrid’s inner clock.

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