But what did she do next?

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 04:48 PM

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The young wolf’s feet had brought him away from the Anathema territory for once. His paws wanted to steer him northwest towards the lands that had once been his home, but the youth knew better than to return to the clan with his tainted crown lifted high for all to see. He was perceived a traitor of various kinds now. To his clan; to his kind, his royal blood. They had all misunderstood his intentions, and he knew that there was no way he could repent for what he had done. What more, was that there was no way they could have made him admit the flaws of his logic even if they had been willing to offer the young Lykoi prince a second chance. Hell was on this earth, and those who walked on it were infested by demons. He carried his own as well; could feel the black taint pulse together with his young heart’s flawless rhythm. It told him what to do, and he believed in its treacherous lies. Some were not meant to live any longer, but they rejected the saviour when he appeared to guide them home to paradise. Would it be right to allow the sinners to continue to wallow in their own filth? Itachi did not have an answer to that, but he knew it was wrong.

Perhaps he should have questioned that very logic, as he seemed to be the flawed shadow amongst the sane, but the thing was that he felt normal. He was no ordinary child, and he would be no ordinary adult, but he firmly believed in greater things. There was immerse amounts of sin here, and thought he was part of that sin, he could help replenish these toxic waters with meaning. No. Perhaps he simply was mad, but the taste was sweet when little else was. They all struggled to survive out here, and Itachi Lykoi was no different than them at that. His pale golden form was growing, readying his body for adulthood. Then again he had never felt like an accomplished child, and he wondered when he had lost that childish innocence everyone was talking about. He was not cute, he was not sweet. He was another Lykoi prince born out of sin, this much has been established. Was it strange that he was so flawed? The male understood more today than before. There was a brute out there that he could rightfully call “father”, but that being had been absent in his life and would remain so. His mother had been forced and Itachi was the result product of that session of one sided, cardinal love.

It did not bother him much though, because he was who he was because that was who he had chosen to be. Dark scarlet eyes were fixated on his path of ice and rocks, though the territory was slowly turning into wooden scenery that would be lush and green in any season but this. The cold did not bother him much though, but sometimes the chill managed to get through regardless. Therefore it was pleasant to stay in motion when he did not lurk through the dark caves where the Anathema pack resided. The pack was one he could get accustomed to and learn to appreciate. His view of his queen had not changed much since the first time he met her. Hopefully she would be able to perceive him as something else but a damn child once he grew into adulthood and become a proper part of the pack. Perhaps, perhaps. The young prince held on to his dreams and goals. They were what kept him going, even at such a young age. He stayed away from the other puppies of the pack; had no interest of interacting with them as long as they remained what they were; foolish children that only wanted to play and have fun. What was fun? To enjoy oneself? Perhaps, but he did not find pleasure in playing childish games without purpose. No, he preferred his own, unique style of entertainment, even if it was wrong according to general morale.

Naked branches with greedy fingers clawed at his thick fur, and the Lykoi huffed impatiently, wishing he could have chosen a path with less obstacles. Snapping at a set of twigs in annoyance, his growing frame crouched closer to the ground to help him pass through the worst growth without getting completely entangled and stuck in sharp branch fingers. The area opened up somewhat as he reached a frozen stream. His mind told him that it would be easier to follow the frozen water to ensure that he would not get completely lost, but he had barely though the thought before oversized paws decided to slip on the slick surface against his will and send him downwards along the frozen water path. A gasp followed by unaltered whine escaped him as he continued to slide the wrong way. Dull claws did nothing to lessen the gaining speed as he continued to ride the unpleasant slide, seeing no escape as he fell on to his belly and got some added speed as a result.

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