but I'm sure she was in hell

Itachi Lykoi · 01-04-2012, 04:22 PM

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It was difficult to trace a presence if it cloaked itself in darkness. The hollow skeleton of a human city was overflowing with effective hiding places, and if a presence wished to slip away, it was easy to do without much difficulty. The blonde Lykoi’s intentions for being here were simple and didn’t include hostile encounters with loners or different factions. But he kept still and quiet anyway, for he wasn’t in the position to judge the nearby presence. He didn’t want to risk turning his back to a potential threat. His late father had made that mistake, and Itachi’s sharp sword had leaped through the man’s back and exploded through his chest along with the spray of dark, red blood.

Few would have acted as Itachi had done. There existed no doubt within him that the older man’s intentions had been pure. But it hadn’t excused him from being a loose monster that had forced an unwanted child into a young female’s belly. Halo had been a terrible mother indeed, but it wasn’t her fault, and Itachi accepted this. He knew well that he had been a most unwanted child, and he wasn’t supposed to exist at all. But with his father’s blood on his hands, the son knew that no more of his kind would be brought into this world. Conor Soul had for certain fathered one other; his half-sister, but she hadn’t been made through sin. Her ignorance of the curse in her veins was obvious, and he supposed it for the best that she remained unaware.

His alert senses brought his attention to a sharp noise by his far side. Ears stood tell on top of his head, the rich tail beneath his dark gown motionless for one long moment. The instinct to chase after the sharp noise was there, but instead his figure crouched down in its place, and he let his wolfish muzzle hover above the cracked ground, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent of the hidden presence. If he just remained quiet and decided to pick a less open route, he would probably be fine. Chasing after the owner of the noise would lead to a certain encounter, and he didn’t need that. All he wanted was to keep his solitude and continue his search in peace. Perhaps the fact that he belonged to Salsola was a favourable one; for the name was known to strike fear to some. Let there be dark rumours, for it would leave the pack in peace. It was all Itachi wanted.

Soft, pale palms brushed against the frozen ground before he stood erect once again, turning in the opposite direction of the disturbance that had so sharply demanded his attention. He would disappear into the darkness of yet another building of long departed souls; the opposite of the one he had recently exited. Frosted breath danced as he exhaled with the usual calm. Only once had he been assaulted by another, and it had been after a brief conversation that had included the name of his departed father. Mourning souls demanded a scapegoat, and the male had unknowingly pointed the finger at the dead man’s actual killer. But it must have been mere luck and nothing more, for only a few individuals knew of his deed. Only one woman had been there to witness his terrible action, and she had dug her sharp talons into the dying man’s abdomen to read the future in stilling organs. Itachi knew that Eris hadn’t betrayed him.

His hand pushed against the light weight of the treasure box in its pocket, wishing there had been a simpler way to discover its possessions. Perhaps, within this building, he could find a suiting human tool and break the light lock. The box itself was a fine piece of art, but he had no use for it. China’s curious hands would quickly have found it, had he decided to store the items he was gathering inside, and he didn’t need her to make the discovery yet. A smaller purse would do the same thing, and it would be easier to hide away within the depths of the cloth’s folds.

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