He had walked out of the darkness and into the dimming light of a world that was about to turn darker than the unnaturally lit tunnels behind the youth’s blonde form. But the air was fresh and lovely in Itachi’s lungs and he moved forwards, finding his way to the pack’s borders and scanning the rocky territory. The blushing sky would forever attempt to match the unique glow of the flawed Lykoi’s orbs, but it would always fail. What Itachi longed for was the shades of blue, but the day was too ripe to offer him that satisfaction. Another day would arise on the morrow, so perhaps then could he hope for a cloudless sky of spring blue.
Another presence was detected, but Anathema bulged with new individuals these days. The fallen prince slowly approached the other figure, finding rich hues of cinnamon and caramel. He knew that he had never before laid eyes on this canine, but given Itachi’s nature, the same went for half the pack. He was not one fond of interacting with fellow members without an actual reason. Eventually he reached a standstill, merely watching the other adult as he moved closer. Even the young Lykoi had to admire the unique hues of lilac dancing in the man’s eyes.
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