[M] - I was prepared to take it all

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 01:53 PM

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The young Anathema member had spent the majority of his time within the depths of the mountain, or at least on the soil claimed by the newfound pack. It was not fear, exactly, that had kept him within the heavily marked borders of his new home, but he was not at all confident about his standings with the rest of the Lykois any longer. Gabriel’s eyes had held so much rage, and the young male did not doubt that the de le Poer clan leader could easily bite him in half if he saw the boy on Inferni soil again. Itachi did understand that rage, but he had tried to offer the old woman absolution. It bothered him that they all seemed incapable of understanding the work that he tried to do. Was it evil that had caused him to try to extinguish Kaena’s life? There were so many words that probably could describe what Itachi was, but he was still young and did not know himself as well as he would once age gained in on him. He believed that his motives were pure, but also knew with dire certainty that there was something wrong inside him. There had not been regret within him, only a pinch of sorrow, knowing that he would lose a constant in his life. What was bitter was that Kaena was still alive and he had lost everything in return. He had done it all for nothing.

Today he felt braver, and therefore pale, slightly oversized paws drummed against the hard soil coated with slippery white, carried him away from his wolf pack home and brought him northwest. He knew where this direction could lead him if he was not careful, but he would stop and amend his direction if he happened to come too close up to the clan’s skull lined lands. If Gabriel managed to catch him, would his head be the next to decorate those impressive borders? A malicious smile appeared on the youth’s face at the mental image of his own face sitting on top of a weather worn stick. It was a most intriguing image, but he did not wish to see it happen. Technically he wouldn’t be able to; because he wasn’t young enough any longer to believe that he could live on without his head attached to his body. He adored the thought of himself as immortal, but he had scratched his paw once and seen the crimson blood come forth and drip down to turn the snow pink and red. He had been horribly disappointed to see that he was made out of the same as everyone else. There had always been a certainty within him that though he may look like the rest, he really was not. He wanted to be something more than a mortal pile of flesh and bones, but he knew now that those had only been silly, childish dreams. He could do better though. He knew he could.

He was starting to recognize the lands, and so changed his stride along with the direction. The young Lykoi was now headed south. After a good ten minutes he came upon a forlorn little cabin, and spent a few moments investigating the building’s surroundings before stepping into the hollow entrance missing a door. Bones cracked and bended as he felt the unfamiliar change sear through him, but it was not the first time it happened. Eyes remained closed as the minutes passed by. The transformation into his bipedal form seemed so horribly slow, but he knew it was all about practise. He had not possessed the ability for many weeks, but had known instantly what was about to happen the first time he had felt his body stretch and change. It was still slightly unsettling, but he knew it was not a dangerous process and managed to get through it without too much hassle. It was an immerse effort, and the young male remained on the floor for a while after the transformation was complete, catching his breath and waiting for some amount of strength to return so that he could rise and investigate the hollow shell. Crimson framed by dark lilac investigated the one room building, though it had probably served as a cosy, traditional cabin when it was new. Itachi knew very little about the humans, but was accustomed to the buildings and remaining memories of the forlorn species.

Slowly, the youth got up on his feet and walked over to the old bed and rotting sheets. He turned and made his way over to a window, expressing silent surprise as fingers pressed against intact glass.

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