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Blood tickled out from the empty socket, and the young optime’s fingertips wiped at the blood and licked at the blood on his finger. Itachi was not a wasteful creature. Blonde, hybrid ears swivelled sharply at the sound of an approaching animal, though he did not turn to fully acknowledge the sound. Not yet. Four hooves, the characteristic breath of a horse, no doubt broken, for details hinted there was great weight on its back. The ways of the Family were clear, but he was not a nervous being. Others were to be treated with suspicion, but as so often, Itachi did as he pleased.
His meal was interrupted with the vocal greeting from the luperci atop the horse. With the taste of scarlet lingering on his tongue, he turned his face to take in the one that had decided to intrude on his solitude. Sunset eyes peered with relaxed curiosity, for he had never seen a men dressed in plates in such a way. A warrior, no doubt. The flawed Prince returned the stained knife to its sheath, though never taking his eyes from the stranger’s face.
They did not know each other, and he didn’t find a reason why they should. Rising slowly with the dead animal in his hand, he turned from the man and his steed and moved to leave, peacefully.
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