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Privat for min kjære kone. Mediocre post, you better forgievz


The serene lands were home to many, but few managed to catch a glimpse of the blonde unless he wished differently. Strength and health had returned swiftly, and his cracked collarbone seemed to be healed, more or less. The absence of ache was welcome, as was the sound filling his ears with the steady breaths of a slumbering, wet God. The outside temperatures could not invade the shadowed sea caves along the south-eastern coast. While the majority of the pack’s members had access to this area of their land, he had yet to be interrupted here.

Cross-legged, he sat mere from the sunlit entrance, well aware of the time of day. The flawed prince did not have to retreat into the wet depths to ensure his solitude. He had responsibilities as the right hand of their leader, and therefore had made the decision not to choose a grander place to hide. He had to be available in case his superiors’ needs were to rise. Or perhaps he just wished for the absence of flowers and the faint taste of salt on the air.

Eyes were, as so often, closed off from the world he belonged to, his breath easily overpowered by the rhythmic hum of the ocean. He would continue to revel in his emptiness. Pale hands rested in his lap, palms facing down.


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The sea caves had become a haunt Eris enjoyed, and apparently others of the pack, too, though she did not know it. The high tides washed many scents away, and the sable woman found she could discern little from most of the caves. They were her destination, finding the need to seek privacy. Molcaxitl had irritated her this morning, as had both Pandemic and Salvia. Larkspur had done so even earlier in the day, and the sable hybrid did not think she could stand the sight of any of those familiar ones anymore. She preferred no one, but the woman entertained the thought of simply carting Darijus around with her for show, silent and shamed as the man was. He was now quite easy to command, after all.

Her slow approach to the caves, however, was not quite so desirous of company that she had done such a thing. Instead, she simply wandered, enjoying the burn of movement in her body. The desire to remain immobile was beginning to set in, but the sable woman would delay this as long as possible, forcing herself to move at least a little. As the woman made her way down a sloping part of their unusually steep beaches, she caught a scent -- one she knew from Anathema, and further back than even that.

There was a moment of hesitation in the sable woman. She had seen the shadow in him, and she had seen the shadow that was to come. Were they one and the same? If the red-eyed coyote was to be her downfall, then it was to be, written in stone long before even her mother's mother had quickened in the womb. She couldn't avoid it forever, and so the woman continued onward after this moment, pausing in the entrance to the cave as she peered at him with sharp green-yellow eyes, one hand resting on her stomach.

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After some time, an uncommon presence invaded the serenity of his mind. Eris Eternity was an intriguing creature, though she had been an uncertain factor in his life ever since the day she had watched the son’s blade sink into his father’s mortal body. The onyx woman would be considered a witch by several cultures, but Itachi only wondered what she had seen in his father’s blood. Sunset eyes opened to observe the feminine hand moving to a curved front, and discovered her pregnancy. Was it a gesture of insecurity? His gaze rose to hers instead, mild curiosity present.

She was silent, so he took the step to break the silence. ”Lady Eternity,” he greeted, his tone soft and comfortable as he dipped his maw in silent respect to her superior rank. He would melt away and into the shadow if that was her wish. He shifted his weight only slightly as he wondered whether he should rise in her presence or not. The woman had proved to be his ally when she had saved his life when it was in the hand of a dark pelted behemoth. And as a leader of Salsola, this woman held a fair amount of power over him, despite his vibrant flaws.


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They were family; the coyote hybrid knew this from the man's surname. The same blood that ran in her veins flowed through Itachi's -- Eris had never derided that blood. It was as much a part of her as her father's, and she could not rid herself of it. There was nothing left to do but embrace it. Sharp chartreuse eyes regarded the other man as he spoke, his head dipping downward in a display of respect.

The sable-hued woman slid forward into the cave, settling down cross-legged a few feet from him. Sir Lykoi, she responded, a faint expression of amusement on her coal-hued muzzle. Even in Salsola's small claim, there are these secret places, the hybrid said after a moment's pause. I wonder what whispers these caves have overheard, she said, lifting her eyes to the rock ceiling of the little cave.

Thankfully, they repeat none of what they've heard, she added, rolling one shoulder in the slightest movement of a shrug. Her gaze returned to him, wondering what glittering secrets were behind his ruby-hued eyes. Perhaps Itachi was even still unaware of them, but Eris knew better -- the shade lurked just behind his eyes, deadly-sharp and dangerous as anything she had ever seen.

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The words were spoken in hushed tones within this cave of wet salt were insignificant. Why would one wonder such things? Salsola’s reputation was no doubt spreading among the other packs, and Eris, as one of two leaders, was believed to share the same paranoia as the poison olive eyed alpha of theirs. Did she sleep well at night, or did she twist and turn with a hand resting protectively over her young ones. Betrayal from within one’s family was not unheard of. The blonde was a branded blood traitor, and no chaos star would be branded on his blonde hues by the Lykoi matriarch that he had failed to exterminate.

He had seen it in her eyes that day, though he couldn’t say if it was necessary for her to fear him.

”Damp stone and salt have no use for a mortal’s secrets,” he responded with monotone voice, endearing hues pacing to the bright spiral glaring against the perfect black of her pelt. . Deeply guarded secrets meant nothing in the long run.. If there was a God, did he pity the ants their inane perspective of life and its contents? Blonde fingers lined with sharp, silvery nails brushed lengthy locks from his eyes. One day, he had to fix the headband. How strange it was that no one had taken to question why he still walked about with Anathema’s emblem on his forehead.


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faens kjerringpupps rasshøl, jeg elsker deg. JEG ELSKER DEG YOU BITCHHHHH <3 why you dont reply to my GREAT ooc messages god im so offended

No, they wouldn't, the coyote agreed, her voice barbed with an edge of irritation. She wanted him and all the darkness behind his red eyes, whether he was her blood or not, whether she was Larkspur's or not. The sable-hued woman was not quite used to being refused, though she did not quite know whether his words were refusal or not. She could not read the blankness of his face; there was nothing she could discern from that mask of stone he wore over his features.

Do you dislike me, Itachi Lykoi? she asked, deciding there was little, if any, point in dancing about the idea. She was his superior; she could command him to answer her inquiries truthfully, and lying might well cost him his tongue. She had not been the one to recruit this blonde-hued man, and he served Sirius in the way that Tlantli served her. He was a virtual stranger to her, and yet she wanted him no less for it. Or perhaps it was not truly him she wanted, but that shadow she had tasted once so long ago.

There was her own attempt at a stoned mask upon her face, though she could not quite keep the same stillness in her that Itachi seemed to possess, the reservedness so many years beyond his own. He might have been a grizzled and ancient old man, still as a boulder, but his lithe body and youthful features belied any notions of frailty. There was strength and fire seated so serenely before her, and Eris wished only to tear into him and bathe herself in it.

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He learned that the woman expected much and more of him. The question was sudden and direct, but he was not scotched by her honesty, and never would he be. It was something he could admire in another, and it was required by a leader to have the character to speak out her mind.

Blonde leaned against darker locks, as a sign of thoughtfulness, though he had no intention of deceiving her. Those who asked would receive an answer. ”No, I do not,” he replied, lifting his face upwards to better gaze at the dark face of the Eternity. She assumed too much. Truth was, he didn’t feel much of anything for her.

But, of course, he was not completely hollow. Never had he seen what she had seen in the blood of his sire. She had looked at him with pupils swallowing sharp yellow hues. He still wondered, but did not speak up to ask. Perhaps some secrets should remain hidden, though he was not easily spooked.

”Please sit down, my Lady,” he offered with a friendly gesture, though wondered if she would like to linger at all. He didn’t think he had anything to offer her, and was certainly unaware of the woman’s hunger.


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(458) loolll. eris loves itachi; itachi intimidates the fuufufuf out of me. :c also lol omg eris y u so weird at itachi

She did not think anyone who would run with her Salsola would harbor some deep hatred for her; the sable-hued woman no doubt underestimated the wide world in this, but it would not seem Itachi was amongst those. She was not immune to betrayal, though she had not experienced it where it was something such as her own pack. Itachi, however, was Sirius's right hand, his axe of justice and sword of retribution. Eris did not know if this meant Itachi would inherit Salsola when the day came that Sirius no longer lead it, but she thought by the time Sirius was ever retired or deposed of his rank, he would be very old indeed, as would even this blonde pup before her. He was not even so old yet as to bear children, the sable woman thought, suddenly struck by just how young Itachi was. It had eluded her before, but now, faced with him, it was undeniable.

Hoping such surprise did not show on her generally reserved face, the sable woman cocked an ear to his answer, seeming to mull over it for too long a moment, having no response or rebuttal. There was nothing in his tone to indicate lies, but there was nothing else to indicate truth. It was flat and empty as the desert plains she remembered so well, having trudged across them. His expression had not given so much as the slightest twitch, no more indication of his meaning than his tone, and this frustrated her, though she swallowed it sharply and settled down slowly, coming to rest a few feet before him. She had seen him stick his shiny knife through the ribs of one who might have been very close to him, very close indeed, but she did not fear him. She could no more change the date and method of her death than she could a second of her past.

Though her gaze did not leave him, she said nothing, and wondered if he would not speak, as well. It would not have surprised her an iota if the pale boy remained utterly and completely silent. She wished to see nonetheless, and once more a pang of longing for the shadow lurking in him twisted through her stomach. Her face was a strained attempt at the quiet his visage conveyed so naturally, and slowly, the faintest hint of a pleased smile showed across her features, perhaps in response to his answer, perhaps in response to his invitation to sit on her own territory, perhaps still in simple amusement. Her eyes remained painfully hardened, glittering pale emerald shards embedded into the onyx of her face, while all the while the ivory of her teeth showed more and more.

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To Itachi, his rank was an empty title. He had been chosen to hold such a high and respected rank only because his leader seemed to prefer him over others. With the blonde’s unwillingness to sacrifice unless his own interests matched that of others, it was strange that he had been upped in such a way. But, again, to Itachi it was nothing but an empty title, and he did not ponder about his standing or his duties. Time and space flowed as it willed, and his only task was to follow the mainstream as long as it carried him where he desired.

He couldn’t find the fear he thought he had seen in her previously. But much and more had changed since then. Perhaps, as so many high standing individuals did, she thought herself immortal due to her standing in Salsola. Arrogance could easily blind its prey, and the fall was always deeper. But he couldn’t see what carried her. For all he knew at this moment, there was no particular reason for her to fear him. True, few or none would be able to understand the logic that had led him to shove Kaena into the abyss, but he wasn’t as spontaneous as he seemed to be.

Lime eyes stared. At first, it could seem like he intended to establish lasting eye contact, but he knew of his pack’s preferences in behaviour. Heavy lidded eyes preferred the rocky ground instead, gazing at the sparse distance between them with fixed indifference. He wondered about her purpose here, for he was certain that she didn’t know that he knew about the dragon. Itachi was not a special creature, but whispers had haunted his dreams for months, and had transgressed into disturbing him while awake as well. He knew of the man the voice belonged to, and she would too. But Eris had already played her part. He prayed he wouldn’t have to. Perhaps he was simply insane.

If she didn’t know the meaning of the words, he would be free. He wanted to test her, but the time wasn’t right for that.


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hey guess wut i suck

He was her family, but Eris did not know the meaning of family beyond that which she had created herself. None of her relation in Inferni had shown her the least scrap of kindness during her stay there; the closest had been Gabriel. She begrudgingly offered respect for what their names and families stood for, sacrificed for the ones that had contributed her blood, and left it at that. There was no meaning in blood relationships for the woman; they were all family here, tied by blood and pack and bond.

Does nothing move you? she hissed, exasperation finally showing in a furrow along her brow. That man's life flowed out between my fingers, and your face was made of stone. If I leapt on top of you, jumped your bones -- would your face still be made of rock? she asked, her tone almost caustic. There was nothing of a joke in the threat, however -- she did not particularly care if he wanted her. It would not surprise her to learn he did not, given her state; she would have had him anyway. She would make him spill his loyalty to Salsola in white -- perhaps at her feet.

The prospect very nearly sent a shiver down her spine, and it did send flaring heat through her torso. Eris stopped herself from reaching out for him, studying his sandy fur and the strong, wolfish musculature of him instead, hoping she might coax that shadow from him once more. If she could not bear the children of the devil, she would bathe her children with the seed of that shade's reflection. She had seen the shadow in Itachi, and it was that she wanted. Itachi was simply a delectable bonus -- one she would enjoy, no doubt, but certainly not her true objective.

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At the feminine hiss of his superior’s voice, uniquely shaded eyes wandered up to investigate the existence of frustration that was bubbling to the surface of her dark face. Was it her wish to crack open a shell and claw through unattractive entrails within? Again, she was left with nothing, but it wasn’t because of a conscious choice to keep her wanting. Her words, what ever could they mean? Thoughts wrapped tight around those words, and he wondered. Emptiness was all he knew, and although he would not answer her question, he wondered if it was true. Though, the obvious dawned on him as sudden and quick as spring rain, and in his mind existed only melancholy.

But Eris was not finished, and blonde ears slowly swivelled as he did not instantly understand her words. Lips parted slightly to offer a lonely response. He hadn’t expected something of that nature from her—she had a mate and children, and there had never been any interest in the past, though he knew he was ignorant in too many ways. Though, there was a core of aggravated darkness, well notable deep behind golden hair and ribcage prison. She didn’t have to understand anything about him. Death was not sensational, and it was not pretty or foul. ”Conor Soul deserved to die,” his son said, voice untouched by the drop of black brought to life within.

But the threat was not acceptable, though superiors could stretch him further than others could. Though, make no mistake, he didn’t depend on this family he was a member of. He was a part of Salsola, but he could fall away in the blink of an eye if he found reason to walk away. Itachi remembered the uncharacteristic nervousness the silver songbird, and felt it touch the length of his spine. Eris Eternity was probably a beautiful woman, even with curved forms due to her pregnancy. Unfortunately, Itachi did not work like that. He was alone in the world, and did not desire a visually pleasant woman to stand by his side.

”Perhaps not, but we won't know.” his slightly belated reply sounded. It was not meant to sound like a challenge at all. Many things could soften the hard hues on his face, but Eris wasn’t nearly as desirable as she seemed to believe herself to be.


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lol cognitive dissonance

So we're in agreement -- on both accounts, the coyote responded sourly, her dark ears laying flat against her skull. She didn't want him, anyway -- she wanted that shade over his soul, that patch of darkness cast upon him before birth. It would take another shape, no doubt, and perhaps this one would be more open to her charms than Itachi Lykoi. Perhaps she could kill him and hurry things along. Why had she even wanted him in the first place? He was so young -- barely more than a child. Eris required a man of musculature and age -- Larkspur was her physical notion of perfection, after all.

I don't require you to emote, only to serve, she sniffed, seemingly in an attempt to convince herself more than him. You'll never sit where The Boss sits, so long as you're intent on keeping whatever goes on in your pretty head to yourself, she said, shrugging. It was an idle threat, after all; Sirius wasn't going anywhere of his own accord, and Eris had no intent of helping plans to dethrone him, either. After all, a new leader for Salsola might realize just how utterly useless his Auxiliary was, and appoint a new one -- perhaps after sacrificing the old one.

Still, it was good to test the loyalty of one's subjects now and again, and Itachi's utterly flat demeanor did lend to an air of trust. She did not have a relationship with this one like she did with Tlantli. The sable she-wolf gazed at her companion, chartreuse eyes drained of all lust. Now, they were the slitted eyes of a snake, predatory and cold as he managed to make his entire face. Would he affirm his loyalty to Salsola, further his insult to her, or some yet unknown action? She could predict him no more than she could predict the weather for this day next year.

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His superior’s voice’s taste had turned sour, unexpected like the vinegar sprouting from the mouth of the finest bottle of precious wine. How unfortunate that he had managed to get on her less pleasant side so easily. Had she wished for him to wrap his arms around her and tainted the pact between Eris and her equally dark shaded made impure? It wasn’t the respect for superficial bonds that kept him from touching her. It was so much simpler than that. At times, he thought it very strange that the rest of them seemed to think he was a mastermind of sorts. No, he was just a flawed piece; a mere pawn, in fact. Though he would not move to defend his King. Not when it would matter.

But Eris continued, and strengthened his belief that others believed him more capable and dexterous than reality would have it. Protéege, though only in name. This witch of darkness was not likely to ever have to bow down to him. She shrugged, and the blonde’s own shoulders seemed to belatedly rise to offer a bony crack to fill the absence of his answer. There wasn’t anything for her to know. Though, he could always make an attempt at faking his submission to his leaders. Pale muzzle with a faded smear of the characteristic Lykoi splash in the form of darker blonde on the top bobbed once, twice.

Yes, he understood. ”I will consider your words, revered Auxiliary,” But the illness was not up for display, no matter how she thirsted for it.


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She could not remember why she had ever wanted him in the first place. If it was up to her and her alone, she might have knocked him down a few ranks for his simplistic refusal, his steadfast face. It was utterly immovable, and it remained so even as he shrugged his thin, boyish shoulders. Perhaps this one had only a piece of that demon, or perhaps it was dormant in him, waiting to be passed along to his offspring. Oh. That was why she had wanted him, perhaps why she had wanted his ancestor, too. Still, it was unlikely as all hell that she would conceive just now anyway, considering her present state.

She peered at him calmly enough, though she wondered whether those words were meant as a slight. There was no tone, no shift of body language, nothing to indicate it was anything. So, the words must then be taken at face value, she figured. It did not make her comfortable to have one in her pack she could not read. The hybrid woman did not frown or smile, however, and did her best impression of him, trying to give nothing away. Consider them, or don't, she replied, giving him only indifference. He would have nothing else of her, not now.

She was not bound by the plebiscite and opinion of Salsola's majority; she was not even bound by the opinions of her highest-ranking. It was Sirius and Sirius alone she bowed her head to, and the hybrid would have none of that with this pallid blonde boy. He was, after all, just a boy -- she pondered whether he would best Larkspur. Surely, The Protege's mind was sharper than her mate's, but Larkspur certainly had height and weight over Itachi. Then again, the tawny Lykoi fought with weapons, and Eris had never seen Larkspur fight with anything but his brutal hands.

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