she had disrobed, and she was waiting on the floor

Itachi Lykoi · 01-20-2011, 08:23 AM

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The growing boy could not claim that he was untouchable, but he knew that the chemical processes within his body made him into something abnormal—a freak through thought, in other words. Yet he remained normal in his own eyes, for he knew no other way of being. That was his largest flaw; to believe that his existence was justified and his self had been shaped by his surroundings. Perhaps this curse with wings had been brought down to him by his own blood. He knew not the extent of madness coursing through his royal blue veins. Perhaps his perception of the self had been different had he known of his father’s curse, but he was boldly unaware of the criminal that had given him life within his mother’s womb, just as everyone else.

Words brought the blood’s weeping gaze back to lovely features of silver and gold. Fingertips were laced with sweet tunes of nostalgia, but he refrained, for he doubted he would get a taste of the lovely girl ever again. The pixie face knew what she wanted, and the boy let his chin lift slightly in silent response; again weighting the words he would have to gift her. The princess’ name was revealed without encouragement, and he knew now as he had then that this was family, most likely cousin of another generation. Itachi had never made an effort to learn the Lykoi family tree, but her name had been spoken by Kaena’s lips in the past. What a shame, for she remained a beautiful bud in those unique sunset shades of his.

”My name is Itachi Lykoi.” It was not difficult to speak his own name, even if it was likely to be cursed on some tongues by now. The prince of betrayal could never return. It saddened him somewhat, but it was a fact he had worked past because he was intent on survival. He put himself first, as every other egocentric creature out there.

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