what [a w]aster

Itachi Lykoi · 11-27-2011, 06:35 PM

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Hey, hope you don't mind Itachi joining! He's in his lupus form as well!

The quiet feet of the blonde moved from cracked concrete to overgrown grass and weed entangled on an uneven ground. He didn’t know much of the glory days of humanity, and didn’t bother much with imagining this scenery differently. This was what surrounded him at the present, and he’d adjusted to that. Black wings thrust against invisible currents of air far above, and while he failed to listen in on the sound of feather against sharp November air, keen ears would occasionally catch a raspy cry. It would seem he was alone, but he wasn’t.

It was unusual for him to move about in such a plain form and without the normally obligatory baggage in the shape of soft cloth and blank steel, but he cared little to drag along earthly possessions when there was no dedicated mission. Too seldom did he wander merely to feel the wonder of muscles working under the thickened winter fur of bleach and pale sand. Gold had regressed to give its wealth to shades closer to ivory, but it was the coat’s additional warmth that mattered now as the temperatures steadily sunk. Had the silver songbird moved on to warmer climates this time?

Pale paws followed the already existing path into the graveyard, and sensitive ears sat proudly on top of his head in pursuit of sound from the individual before him. He had yet to catch a glimpse of the female whose scent soundlessly acknowledged her presence. Itachi was a lonesome creature, but there were always exceptions to the loose rules he assigned to himself, and he supposed he was curious. The way of Salsola could be tiresome in the length, and he did not embrace paranoia as many of his pack mates.

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