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The young Anathema member had spent the majority of his time within the depths of the mountain, or at least on the soil claimed by the newfound pack. It was not fear, exactly, that had kept him within the heavily marked borders of his new home, but he was not at all confident about his standings with the rest of the Lykois any longer. Gabriel’s eyes had held so much rage, and the young male did not doubt that the de le Poer clan leader could easily bite him in half if he saw the boy on Inferni soil again. Itachi did understand that rage, but he had tried to offer the old woman absolution. It bothered him that they all seemed incapable of understanding the work that he tried to do. Was it evil that had caused him to try to extinguish Kaena’s life? There were so many words that probably could describe what Itachi was, but he was still young and did not know himself as well as he would once age gained in on him. He believed that his motives were pure, but also knew with dire certainty that there was something wrong inside him. There had not been regret within him, only a pinch of sorrow, knowing that he would lose a constant in his life. What was bitter was that Kaena was still alive and he had lost everything in return. He had done it all for nothing.

Today he felt braver, and therefore pale, slightly oversized paws drummed against the hard soil coated with slippery white, carried him away from his wolf pack home and brought him northwest. He knew where this direction could lead him if he was not careful, but he would stop and amend his direction if he happened to come too close up to the clan’s skull lined lands. If Gabriel managed to catch him, would his head be the next to decorate those impressive borders? A malicious smile appeared on the youth’s face at the mental image of his own face sitting on top of a weather worn stick. It was a most intriguing image, but he did not wish to see it happen. Technically he wouldn’t be able to; because he wasn’t young enough any longer to believe that he could live on without his head attached to his body. He adored the thought of himself as immortal, but he had scratched his paw once and seen the crimson blood come forth and drip down to turn the snow pink and red. He had been horribly disappointed to see that he was made out of the same as everyone else. There had always been a certainty within him that though he may look like the rest, he really was not. He wanted to be something more than a mortal pile of flesh and bones, but he knew now that those had only been silly, childish dreams. He could do better though. He knew he could.

He was starting to recognize the lands, and so changed his stride along with the direction. The young Lykoi was now headed south. After a good ten minutes he came upon a forlorn little cabin, and spent a few moments investigating the building’s surroundings before stepping into the hollow entrance missing a door. Bones cracked and bended as he felt the unfamiliar change sear through him, but it was not the first time it happened. Eyes remained closed as the minutes passed by. The transformation into his bipedal form seemed so horribly slow, but he knew it was all about practise. He had not possessed the ability for many weeks, but had known instantly what was about to happen the first time he had felt his body stretch and change. It was still slightly unsettling, but he knew it was not a dangerous process and managed to get through it without too much hassle. It was an immerse effort, and the young male remained on the floor for a while after the transformation was complete, catching his breath and waiting for some amount of strength to return so that he could rise and investigate the hollow shell. Crimson framed by dark lilac investigated the one room building, though it had probably served as a cosy, traditional cabin when it was new. Itachi knew very little about the humans, but was accustomed to the buildings and remaining memories of the forlorn species.

Slowly, the youth got up on his feet and walked over to the old bed and rotting sheets. He turned and made his way over to a window, expressing silent surprise as fingers pressed against intact glass.

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Painting was cracking under a rough index finger as the pale gold Anathema member allowed it to slide across the rough, breaking surface of the dirty window frame. There was a vivid line of red and browns left behind the finger’s trail, and as he turned his finger’s underside to invest it with his scarlet gaze, the area was thick with dust collected over the years. In fact he found it slightly disgusting, frowning mildly at the sight before he casually started to swipe his finger clean on a ravaged piece of remaining curtain that proved to be nearly as dirty as the window. The youth huffed slightly, finally deciding to rub the dirty area against his side, caring little if deep gold was stained slightly darker in that particular spot. He remained fascinated by the glass though, seeing as it had remained intact all these years. He knew that the creatures that had made these buildings were long dead, but how come their work remained? Why did they have to be remembered?

The scarce light allowed him to witness the dust motes dance through the stagnant air, and for a moment the male allowed the insignificant performance of dead matter to force stillness onto his form. Was it beautiful? The young male continued to struggle to find the lines that were required for a creature to feel. He was not indifferent, but he was quick to fall into boredom. There was one sparkling moment adorned with crimson in his memory, but the short video clip did not own the memory he wished it to have. He missed the unusual feeling of his own blood boiling in his veins, roaring through his ears like a monsoon caught in a hurricane. He had been drugged by the moment, and could from this experience explain in detail what life really felt like. But no, he had failed his lovely caretaker and remained a misunderstood outcast thrown into the adult world of loneliness and solitude. Anathema’s members remained strangers. He was not sad though, for he knew that it was he that had to take responsibility for his own life. And that was what he did.

Eyes focused in at the glass in the background of the swirling air, and he almost backed away in adrenaline shocked surprise as he recognized the contours of a canine’s face behind thick layers of dust and filth. His young heart pushed forcefully against its bone cage. He almost thought that she looked as shocked as he surely felt, but when he had gathered his wits enough to start trailing for signs of her mood; she smiled at him, making it a fact that he too had been discovered. A step was taken backwards and he lifted his muzzle to the side, away from the fair face in the window. The young Prince had not been given time to ready himself for company. It was a mental state that had to be switched for him to be able to deal well with a stranger, but it had been denied him. Ruby darted back to her face to harvest truth to build up under his sudden suspicion. The natural blush residing on her muzzle suggested something unfavourable; that the two of them were related by blood.

Leaning forwards, he did all but press his nose against the dirty glass. No scent was allowed to penetrate the window, but he found it strange that something concrete as glass could be seen through. This was unfamiliar technology that he did not understand--could not understand before it was explained to him. Her face could look like a coyote’s, but he was not certain. It was the splash of colour on her muzzle that made him draw his conclusions. Her voice was distorted as it broke through the transparent obstacle, and the male’s ears had to move forward and away from his pale gold skull to distinguish the lonely word she spoke. Hello. The youth’s muzzle wrinkled slightly and barely allowed another short moment to pass before he turned his back to the canine reflection behind all the dirt and escaped deeper into the building. He did not flee, but he was reluctant to have a conversation through glass. Deep scarlet settled on the lit frame serving as both entrance and exit, and he padded over to the opening, turning his face to the side in pursuit of the woman.

She had not yet had the time to trail the building’s corner to be found by his gaze, and the young Lykoi prince knew that he partly hoped that this was all there was to it; that she would continue on without investigating the boy behind the glass. He did not like his heart’s current pace, and made a note to draw his breath in gentle, calm rivers of air until the traces of adrenaline would ease up a bit. There was nothing to be afraid of, and he knew with dire certainty that he had never laid eyes on the young adult before. Light blonde tail rubbed against the back of a leg, but he did his best to empty his frame for signs of stress. Ruby framed with lovely lilac continued to search for her movement, though he noticed quickly that he did not possess much patience for this. This could prove to serve as a lovely distraction, but Itachi did not immediately see opportunities as unexpected situations rose to interrupt his day’s pace. A young soul still, he remained relatively wary of strangers, and especially when he suspected they were a part of the clan he had been banished from recently.

The male’s scent did no longer carry the heavy aromas of salt and ashes. Instead, there was moist earth and rock. She would not know who he was.

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Her face had already been burned into his perceptive pupils framed with their lovely, unique colours of blushing skies. Again, the tones of blue had entered his life again in the eyes of a stranger. How could she be possible family when her eyes told him, without words, that they were not? The young prince knew nothing of genetics; knew only that the Lykois he knew shared red and gold. The soft, earthen painting on their muzzle was a characteristic that he had quickly learned spoke of their royal line. Perhaps his pale ears had caught the insisting voice pressing its way through the glass as he turned and left, but he paid it no attention. The girl would have to take a little journey around the worn wooden building if she wished to investigate who hid behind the glass. Fingers held on to the stiff, crisp frame of the cabin’s opening, claws slowly digging into the frozen surface with an ease he could only dream of possessing in his lupus form. There were things to be discovered in his optime form, and the young creature had already decided that he adored it.

Ears were showed up on top of his skull to create a mock crown as the woman decided to turn the corner after all, forcing him into interacting with her. Audits returned to lay flat against his skull for several moments after, however, as she screeched as she laid her blue eyes to rest on his still form. The boy’s appearance remained at a low degree visual wise, though he did manage to keep a doubting grimace at bay. A silent inhale brought salt and ash to his sensors, and he knew with certainty that this should be someone he knew. However, he did not, and he coached a crippled smile to creep onto his blonde face, ruby holding usual amounts of suspicion, though not purified distaste. His skin no longer crawl with the intensified awareness birthed by the instinctual injections of adrenaline, and he felt his muscles relax further. They were both of mixed blood, but her appearance complicated the clan while his did not. The sperm donor had no doubt been a wolf, but Halo’s son did not possess the racist traits of his mother’s. The prince had liked Naniko’s words about the subject, and did not care about the percentage of wolf within one’s veins.

The same word was repeated, but instead of offering her a verbal response of same calibre, the young male granted her a firm nod as he continued to struggle to accept the situation he had been drawn into. Itachi quickly discovered her face a lovely place to rest his eyes on. Limited variations of shades had been permitted to draw gentle lines in blush and earthen hues, and in his eyes he could dream of warm summer skies. There was no golden sun to peer back at him, but there was a soul. The young brute’s inhale seemed sharp—almost forced as she seemed to formulate an attempt to apologize for startling him. So detail had been available through glass and dirt and dust. Dark rubies remained stern, but he should not have issues admitting that she caught him by surprise there. ”I did not expect to see anyone else out here,” he replied with a voice gentler than the lingering expression in fiery eyes. Her scent was that of home, and a wave of nostalgia sought to drown him.

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This was not really Itachi’s fault. The young child, the flawed product of rape had not received a chance to linger amongst equals in the sense of a group where he rightfully belonged. Once he had been of an age to tear himself away from his home, it was too late for him. While arrogance and confidence could roar with a lion’s strength within, he knew that he was usually perceived with those slightly blank orbs individuals held when they turned to a sprout lacking the knowledge of the world. The blonde prince had already judged her prematurely, and lacked warmth in his eyes because they had shared a common home until recently.

He could witness the contrast between them as easy as she could, but it was he that kept up the defences and maintained the strength of a wall that she could not climb. As long as there was no recognition present within her sky eyes, there was nothing to fear. Instead he pondered at her visual responses to the quiet, restricted signals he allowed her to see. Age did not range wide, and so the coin turned and he found himself heavily intrigued by this canine clinging to the wall. Her smile had seemed so easy to fetch, but now the sandy colour could see her struggle.

Small fragments of frame dived soundlessly into piles of pale as the sharpened claws released their hold on the wooden surround. He was not repelled by her presence and her petite figure, but he had not been prepared, and it showed. The difficulty was high because he was not accustomed with communicating with someone this near his own age and not at all with those pacing years above him. He wondered if this sense of equality would remain. Her smile returned as she granted him a reply brought by sweet, feminine words. Perhaps the line displayed on his lips gained some honesty as her words rang deliciously in his ears. It was soft and lightly seasoned by a melody, so much unlike his.

His gaze remained, though he did allow it to soften slightly as the thought of being exposed as whom he was seemed less likely in his mind. Instead, he would revel at the vague things he could read in her eyes. Audits pushed forward to catch the question, and his face fell to the side at the last letter she had decided to add to it. The question was absurd either way though, as the young male doubted there was anyone that could live a life within this ravaged building. Well, perhaps it was not impossible to inhabit, but there were much more promising options out there. ”No, and I assume you do not, either,” he decided to say, wondering if the woman was capable of guessing which pack owned the heavy fragrance of the earth itself.

His blonde form moved from the opening until all there was above was the sky where his starts still burned behind the layer of deep blue. Air was sucked into his chest, but he felt it; the creeping sensation of genuine insecurity in the girl’s presence. Eyes danced away from her form for a moment to allow her a break from intense hues, but was soon drawn back to revel with lovely, cerulean eyes.

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The youth of fading gold did not adore the way his innards seemed to succumb to the pixie girl. The issue was that the Lykoi male did not know what this meant. He was not exactly confused by her choice of words, but it was her voice itself that seemed to unsettle his stomach slightly. This girl was not anything like the lovely Naniko D’Angelo, but he supposed there were similarities in the way they made his chest churn. This insecurity was not at all him, and it was time to wrestle the unfamiliar feeling of losing control and regain his stand in the current scene they shared. There were rich variations of creatures, and this was simply another one of them. He hushed on his busy mind, for that was where the chaos was offered wings. If she could keep him entertained, she could stay.

The young prince had barely gotten to that thought before. The male found that he could easily slip into her charms, and in his inexperience he knew not that hers was a gaze he should work against so he would not fall. The male was not comfortable with the execution of the distance, but could not deny a slick cheekiness rising within, coated with a form of silent contentment that he was not about to sit down and interpret. ”I suppose so,” he spoke, playing along with her words as she pleased, knowing that she was quite right in her assumptions. She was older than him, this he could see clearly now, but not by much. A hushed snicker escaped his less chatty form at the female’s words. So that was how she preferred her men, was it? The male was allowed to ponder freely, as he was not affected by most stereotypes. His pages were blank and soiled only where a demon’s greedy claws had scratched.

Sunset eyes remained locked at hers, drinking in her lovely, innocent smile. She was attaching her strings to his form and he remained blissfully aware. Perhaps there were things to be learned from the petite girl. ”The pack in the far east; Anathema.” He replied, gesticulating vaguely in the direction of the distant mountains. He pondered what was the meaning of this shower of compliments. The young male was arrogant and absorbed the seducing words without a second thought, though that did not necessarily mean that he was gulping down her words blindly. The prince knew he wanted to, but pretty faces and words could not form him entirely after some designated will. His face remained several shades warmer than it had been, and he trusted that fur tinted gold would keep the skin’s casual blush at such uncommonly used words.

”And you?” he asked, faking genuine interest to suggest that he did not know of the group of canines that lived by the northeaster shores of ‘Souls. He missed the salt, how it had tasted on the tongue. The caves were still as the graves where dead creatures rotted, and privacy was not exactly the same, as echoes of conversations and other activities were carried lightly by the silence; thrown about by the echo. She seemed cold, and to point out to her than his uncertainty had merely been a fleeting kind, he stepped closer, drawing in her feminine scent while pondering whether or not her blue could be as pretty as emeralds. He did not know if he was handsome, but he knew that the coyote girl was fairly pleasant to the eye.

”You seem cold,” he breathed, eyes narrowing slightly with a shine of subtle sympathy.

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The youth’s chin rose slightly in quiet acknowledgement as the pixie girl echoed the name of his pack. The casual ceremony that had occurred when he had joined Anathema’s ranks had made an impression on him as it had thrown the first chain of capture over him. It was a clever thing they did, exchanging blood and becoming family though blood, though in an abstract manner. Itachi’s blood could always be traced back to the Inferni clan and the family that ruled it, but his blood had denied him now. Half lidded eyes watched her eyes pursuit the direction of his new home, watched them return to him eventually along with delicate words and a sweet smile that he did not associate with the clan at all.

Did she seem too innocent and fizzy for the minority group? The boy could learn to appreciate her lovely nature, but would the clan? Perhaps he had a distorted understanding of his own family. The prince resisted a shrug, for it did not matter anymore what he knew or did not know of her faction. As long as Gabriel de le Poer was Aquila of the clan, Itachi would remain an exile, and did not doubt that he could risk losing his life if he drew too close to Inferni’s borders. Her home’s sound rang well in his wolfen ears, nostalgia sprinkling over him again and he found it to be unfair. Fingers brushed—swiped against the pattern where the smudge of dust from the window within the cabin still visibly clung to his agile form.

”I have,” the young Prince of betrayal admitted, though left it at that. He was careful not to let the mask slip, but knew that there was not much about his person that he would need to hide in order to remain an innocent stranger in the girl’s eyes. The sea within him remained calm, and she should not be able to tip it over and cause salty storms. It was not an easy task to stand against her charms, for they were probably aware of his lack of immunity both by now. While her fur seemed silky and smooth as it lay finely over her skin, his held richer volume and drew warmth from expertise brought down by arctic ancestors. He did not know how wicket his blood’s secrets truly were, but he knew that it provided him with a lean chance of survival, even dressed with solitude and harsh climate.

Lovely blue orbs obtained no hints of foul play, not even an echo of suspicion. Perhaps she was as he; able to hide a certain amount of her index away from her figure, and if that was the case, he was well fooled. Eyes and face could not betray him if thoughts and concerns were not present, and his name and birth place had been shoved into a dark corner. The surface of his mind was black and unmoving, and once content had been swallowed by the depths, it was a quest to retrieve them. The nameless girl had already given him the answer to his bold suspicion, but he did not know which way they were related. It did not matter either, for family overall had never managed to create vivid ties of affection and belonging within his flawed core.

The golden boy pondered about her heart; of what wonders existed there to create desire to belong with the rest of her blood. Itachi was lonely in his current life, but only because the creatures around him were strangers. This would change and he would have a new place to belong. The blood did not matter, though his eyes found her familiar traits that much more lovely. Perhaps that was a part of the unfamiliar attraction he experienced. Smile remained at her quiet admittance, but his mind had not travelled further than that. Her words caused them to, however, and he had to wonder if he was to take this as a suggestion, perhaps an invite to introduce intimacy. The thought was hollow and unfinished in his head, and he could feel some stiffness return to his form, though he assumed his still stance would not reveal this to her.

His breath was slim and silent as he looked to her orbs, his smile still apparent on lips, though seemed almost uncomfortable in its position. ”I am,” he admitted, drawing the smile up to vividly hued eyes instead, wondering what kind of creature this canine would turn out to be. He remained somewhat awkward socially, but he lacked only experience, and this was a weakness that was likely to cease to be in the close future, as the slim caves made it harder to slither away from his new pack mates. It was necessary for him to fit in to survive now, as it could no longer be taken for granted that someone would take care of a stranger child. Not that this was needed anymore, for he was quickly growing into a young adult and would decide on which path he wished to follow. Alliances should never be underestimated though, and he could always need something to fall back on.

”Uhm, we could try to do something about it?” he slowly suggested, adding more calm in his masculine voice despite feeling uncertainty linger. He did not wish for her to freeze, though wondered why he was out here in the cold if her natural coat lacked the capacity to keep her body at a comfortable temperature. Gaze travelled over to the empty entrance to the house’s sad innards, but although this was a place that definitely had been raided several times already, but those who searched sometimes found. The young Lykoi did not turn and dive into the hole of the meagre human structure though, and he was kept in place by silky blue orbs. His mind belonged to a young, inexperienced soul, and though he possessed unnatural tendencies, he remained blank on various pages.

Fingers sought together and he rubbed his palms against each other, though the weather was not too cold for his more robust form. He could always have lent her his warmth, but physical contact was something that had seemed to him to belong to those in family… which she was, right? A new layer of intensity fell over orbs of battling red and purple as he considered these sinful thoughts, but there was not enough motivation to form action.

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While he preferred to think that he was not, Itachi was, as every other creature, mostly formed and shaped by his surroundings, or perhaps the lack of. He had always been a handsome child with his pelt of spun gold, but there had been no average looking younglings around for him to witness the subtle difference in the way he would be treated. Parents loved their children, and most said that there was an equal amount of love for all, but the unfair truth was that those who were easy on the eyes were offered more. Naniko was of a unique beauty to him, and it was mere chance that it was a leader that deep maroon stared with poorly hidden worship. This girl was slowly forming his gaze into an appreciate one, and it was because she so willingly played on his strings and possessed such a lovely, airy form.

Her appearance made him her physical superior, and that established a balance and a subtle desire to interact with her in various ways. The man was the provider and the protector, and he could provide her with warmth and protect her from the cold breaths that snuck through the still scene. His smile regained its fragile balance as she accepted his silly, though obvious, proposal with some kind of abstract excitement. Her little game was advanced for the inexperienced, but he continued to follow the rich pieces of crumbs as she lured him on, probably with ease. Orbs slowly lost any edges as she stepped close, too close, only to brush past him and into the forlorn cabin. While his heart’s pace had quickened as she had closed in, he found himself tasting disappointment now. How strange; what exactly was it that he wanted?

The youth wanted to investigate this; the wordless breaths of some kind of desire creeping up his spine. Face turned to revel at the sweet movement of subtle feminine curves as she moved. He was old enough to suspect what could be, and though he could not banish his youthful uncertainty from his mind, he could do what he could to leash it. Tufts of hair dressed with deeper blonde threatened to fall into attentive eyes as he lowered his chin, outright staring at the girl until she turned and his hungry gaze risked getting caught. Was it wrong to openly display that he found her fascinating? He knew not that he was a typical teenager blinded by a pretty fairy of the opposite gender. It would be a compliment to her if he openly allowed his orb to display his quiet attraction.

Words and gestures lead him on as she found a seat and patted the dusty floor next to her. Ears pushed forward quietly, but the jelly and stiffness that had battled within him earlier had joined in a fragile peace, leaving him free to move without letting doubt shine through as bright. He settled next to her pixie form, and the air he inhaled was rich of her scent, offering more detail than the well known shores of salt and taste of burnt wood. ”Better?” he wondered, voice a mere breath impregnated with volume. He drew his knees slightly towards his chest and let fingers settle around their caps. His gaze had already begun to lose their innocent shyness now, as he moved them to inspect her appealing face.

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The slim space between them had been birthed by conscious intention, for he saw it rise up to become an impregnable wall. Certainly, it was nothing but a mocking space of nothing that would keep them apart, but the young Lykoi youth had a well, developed, fat personal space requirement, and the unnatural activity of bubbling hormones kept him somewhat lightheaded; dizzy in the sense that he did not see things nearly as clearly as he compulsory. The boy’s handsome face and sweet words had tricked his caretaker into a trust that he had revealed was far from deserved, and if he could do these things onto others, something similar could certainly occur to him as well if he did not strive to keep his eyes open in more ways than one. Yet he was aware that he was not doing this well with this girl that possessed such pale, flawed larkspur optics.

He did not adore physical affection the slightest, though his family had always chosen to shower him with it regardless. It was denied so that the boy could maintain his equanimity. An aunt of sorts had discovered this, when her touch instantly had nullified whatever connection they had strived to make on first impressions. There was a sickness in his stomach, though his symptoms were alien to both body and mind. There were similarities here that he would be able to connect if he tried, but he did not. He remained uncertain of this scene, of her, but the soul and the vessel were currently torn apart and it was the main reason for his bewilderment. The fingers that curled against his pale knees struggled to lose the premature tension. She was too small and petite to pose as a threat to him, but in an outlandish way she could seem like a dangerous thing with weapons so adoring and deviant.

The gentle flow of oxygen seemed hesitant as the silvery coyote broke those silent, present rules. Chin drew towards his own throat and chest, a golden blur despite such a minor travel. His precious wall of nothing was penetrated without a thought to it, and he felt the sensation of shredded silk against his frame. It would only be natural for the boy to scoot away and lift his lips to serve her a differently felt flash of canines, so unlike her smile of sparkling white. Instead he did nothing, taking his time as he tasted the mutating lump that had been nestled in his throat for some time now but had remained undiscovered until now. What did she want?. Her words and signals confused the young prince, for there were a multitude of alternations he could connect here, though the truth that should be served by the instincts of his gender did not immediately seek to enlighten him of the carnal attraction he was experiencing.

She would gaze into his rose eyes and know that he was taken aback by this, and that there was renewed doubt there. He had to wonder though, for while he generally shied away from those who believed they were permitted to touch his royal gold, his body insisted that he should not mind this at all. Where skin and fur lingered against each other, warmth had already found time to sprout and bloom, and he witnessed a dissimilar dissatisfaction rise within his puzzled being. It was not right, but it was too pleasant to be wrong. Burgundy vision sought for answers within the shades of silver, blue and blush, for she surely possessed them, displaying such confidence when he could not. A distant, connected part of his mind pointed out that it was swell that the innards of the skeleton building guarded her from low temperature breaths of air. Or had she perhaps meant that she required a fragment of his body warmth to gain control of hers?

Her next words definitely made waters freeze over with the still disclosure. They were direct enough to keep him in the darkness, though perhaps this was only to maintain his composure somewhat. His appearance carried cracks though, and deep wine eyes looked to her with hopeful confusion, unable to make himself interpret her words properly. It was such a strange offer to insert into a social encounter such as this. Her form was that of a lovely doll, and he feared that, despite her reassuring vocal addition to her line, he could break her. Smiles could easily turn to frowns as well. It was the suspicion that drove him, for he did not wish to be lead behind some light and discover that he was a fool. The warm body next to him was bearable to remain against though, and that alone was a rarity. Had not diluted thoughts wished for this when she had strode past him outside the forlorn cabin? He was reminded of this, but did not want to act upon this immediately. The request remained no less strange, though, perhaps he could consider her words without so much reluctance attached.

Orbs continued to seek clarity, but a quiet voice would eventually bloom as well as he sought to understand her logic. ”What do you mean?” She played intriguing games, but he had never been a good participant in any game that involved others. For the most part he disliked being a part of such social activities, but he thought he could perhaps appreciate this if his mentality retracted its claws. The silky flow of her slimmer pelt remained lovely, and could it really be wrong to let a set of sensitive fingertips experimentally brush along her softness? This tempted the youth as his brain continued to infuse him with dazzling amounts of suiting substances. Still though, he found it hard to move, and so he did not. He wished he knew how she could keep the scene in her custody when he could not. The young male needed reassurance, but he knew not exactly how close he was to the steep underground. It would be easy for him to snap; to change immediately once he was shoved into the abyss.

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He was aware of every tiny, irrelevant move she made, felt the gentle, rhythmic breaths she took offer him invisible chills that made his spine tingle so sweetly. He held on to that occurrence, revelling at the strangeness of the growing body that he had thought he was becoming familiar with. The petite thing was surely aware of the intensity brought to her by that intrigued gaze draped with intensity, but her gaze had fled from his and found another place to linger. The lack of moisture within his mouth was long forgotten, if it had ever been noticed as she played her cruel games, laughed and smiled. His gaze trailed hers, finding the door. This brought displeasure to his locked mind, for he found that he did not wish for her to leave. It was bizarre as the boy was not comfortable with her strange ways, but he knew he craved something all the same. He was willing to explore this further, but he needed help.

Her words came to him, and left him, as usual, slightly bewildered. If they meant nothing then why had they been spoken in the first place? He caught the cunning glance of hers, but could not interpret it for what it was. It kept frustrating him, this inability to understand what he supposed should be obvious for a keener gaze laced with more experience than he possessed. Clawed fingers sought together on top of his knees, fiddling slightly without realizing that this was an obvious sign of his perplexity. His eyes had fallen away from her now, watching the door though all attention remained on her and the strange signals she emitted. The doll’s next words brought it back, naturally, as she revealed a previous lie. She remained cold, and the boy thought that he had somehow failed at granting her shelter from the cool temperatures of the fresh year.

He turned to peer at her, wondering what else he could offer her. She had told him that he could touch her without having to witness her shatter and be revealed as the content of a mere dream. Slowly, or so it seemed to him, he stretched out a pale hand to brush against her ankle, moving it back and forth to inspire warmth to bloom between her smooth, blushing leg and his controlled palm. He did not feel controlled though, but would accept that there would not be any of that as long as she remained near. The move was sort of clumsy and even lame if it was ever put in perspective, but he tried—he tried.

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This was a failing attempt, but he would rest assured that a small spot on her leg would not freeze while his palm brushed against the lovely blushed area. It was strange to touch another, turning from his own freedom. Ripples of warm water ran in under his skin and encouraged the flawed child to maintain this movement, offering a slight variation by adjusting to drawing bold circles with the index of his light blonde hand. The young one had never found the courage to touch his queen—his confidence in her presence was a fragile butterfly without its lovely hues, but he could, with the seed of a smile spilling onto his lips, imagine her pale white feel this way. It did not send him face first into clouds, but he did regret that he had not listened intently enough to her former words. Perhaps she knew that he would draw pleasure from this, even if the pillars of his personality rejected physical contact.

It took a moment for the youth to recall that there was likely to be a chain of events present now as he had decided on taking the warming up part a small step forward. Cherry wandered up to the face with the pretty eyes, deeply intrigued as her gaze, for a moment, reminded him of a deep pool. It did not scare him, but made him wonder what was hidden in their depths. He watched her watch him watch her, though currently daring enough to exclude his bewilderment, finally. He supposed it was some kind of acceptance, but it really wasn’t. The small ember was already well on its way of reaching higher as it slowly—secretly spread its flames. Inferni brought their young up differently, and Itachi was unfamiliar with the levels of affections that could rise up between two creatures of the same species. A child watched and learned those around him, but there had been no one to display carnal attraction in his presence.

It was his body that attempted to nudge him in the right direction, but the boy was too young to have a proper understanding of what was going on here. Though, once he had found something he liked, he did not like turning his back on it. The depths of her eyes could have told him to stop, but he could not see dislike nor rejection dance alight within her lovely cerulean. Perhaps he could recognize her eyes, for there was the possibility that his own burgundy held a similar expression. When had she moved? Her hand settled on a shoulder showered with gold, and later he would think it was odd that a creature complaining about the cold could hold such fierce warmth in her touch. Crimson broke from their quiet fixation on her face to travel to the things that were happening. The changes seemed too crucial to him even though they were simple movements that brought touch.

The prince could have reeled from it all with the usual bewilderment, but why? He was captivated; hexed by the fairy tale princess and her sweet face. It was what he had wanted all along, to have her ear. The boy forgot to be hesitant, and was curious to see how he could investigate this further. Her fingers had the ability to creep under his skin, though the pleasant sensation seemed to multiply inside. It danced along his chest and down his spine, tied his stomach into a hard knot of undiscovered riches. It was lovely to revel in the mocking sky blue of her optics. Fingers abandoned their silly circling on her leg as he turned his body as well. They sought new shores, and lifted to draw invisible lines through silver and mahogany to discover the range of the lovely heat he sought. The young male’s coordinating skills remained poor, but he was grasping the idea now, slowly discovering that there was something he was supposed to discover.