His God is smiling on his cold mechanic soul

Itachi Lykoi · 10-12-2012, 08:26 PM

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He's wandering around the Ruins.

Nine days had come and gone since the world fell silent. Yet, gilded ears flicked at the soft mewls that occasionally sounded from the pelt stuffed pocket he carried against his chest, partly beneath the black and crimson of his long coat. The weather had become chillier, and he did whatever he had to do to ensure the children were kept warm. Ideally, they should have been inside somewhere, warm and protected, but he was a lone parent, and it would be wrong to depend on Siv and others. The children were his responsibility, and he was eager to take up the task. He couldn’t feed them, but he’d do all the rest.

His mate’s body had been removed from the home they had built together, and the stench of death hadn’t taken long to vanish after he had cleaned the place up. Still, he had spent quite some time considering whether or not he’d be able to stay here. It hadn’t quite become their haven yet, and now he knew it never would be. Not truly. The most important thing was missing – it was missing China. If there was no China in the world, then there would be no true home for him. Regardless, he would have to try to settle with what he had and try to make a home for the two one-weeks old nuzzled against the warmth of his heart.

No one had tended to the birds, and he didn’t feel great about that. Their cages had to be cleaned and they had been hungry when he first had showed up. Bellies were now full of corn and raw meat, but they’d been imprisoned in their cages for too long. Eventually he just opened the doors and allowed them to take wing. He knew each and every one of them well enough to know they would return, eventually. He had made sure they all knew loyalty. The dirty work would have to be done later, for he couldn’t do such when the babes were so young and vulnerable.

Soot flapped his wings and landed on the Salsolan’s pale shoulder. The bird wasn’t as discontent as its brethren, for he was privileged to not be confined to a cage most of the time. Besides, it seemed the bird was his most trusted companion. Although they could understand each other perfectly through broken high speech as well as low speech, the silence between them was one of understanding. Itachi actually found it soothing. The stench of the bird cages was something he’d deal with another day, and he turned away. He didn’t want to enter the house at this time, and left with his shell calm and intact. One wouldn’t be able to spot the truth on his stoic face, but he was a creature of extreme sorrow.

He padded along the ruins, though did not feel comfortable returning to Siv’s straight away. Ten days of chaos hadn’t treated him well, and his body lacked its usual exercise. With his two children falling asleep against his chest with the steady movement, he kept on walking, staying by the ruins with the black bird on his shoulder.

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