Trash upon the moon
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WC:448+ - ^^; I fail at starters as you can tell :') Dated 4th/today so he's not blind yet

Candles flickered slightly as he walked down the echoing tunnels, his stride confident and his attention consumed with his thoughts alone; so accustomed to living in near darkness and the maze of tunnels that made up the howling caverns he rarely had to pay too much attention as to what he was doing and where he was walking. Fidgeting upon his shoulder sat Beyaz, the albino crow having decided to tag along with his owner rather than spend the day patrolling the borders with the other birds; no doubt assuming that by sticking with the grey Rakeeb that he would be allowed to slack of for the day.

Gradually the tunnel led upwards until he found himself outside; still dark and still for the sun had yet to rise. With a quick glance at his surroundings he eyed Zetsubou, the female black crow silently considered him with her beady eyes before turning her head away and staring out into the lands before her. Please to see that at least one of the birds were doing what they were trained to do he headed out away from the entrance to the packs home and made the short journey to the now finished stables. Although dark outside he could make out some noticeable changes from his last visit and it pleased him to know that at least the majority of Anathema's livestock will be contained within the secure fenced of areas for them and stables now.

With his head turned, staring into the sectioned of area of grass he attempted to spot some of the packs livestock under the moons light, walking leisurely along the fence line until the fence came to an end where upon he turned to face the stables; pushing inside the building he padded down between all the stools until he reached Hibiki's. Snatching up her saddle and bridle her eased himself up onto her stable door and slipped over the fence, the blue coloured mare's nostrils flaring slightly. At the sight of his moody mare he chuckled slightly and proceed to saddle her up and prepare her for riding; double checking the girth to make sure it was tight and secure so that he wouldn't fall from her later on. Stepping towards the mares head, he grabbed her reigns with one hand and blindly fumbled about with the other on the other side of the stable door until he felt the latch go and the door gliding open with a slight creak.

Once outside he mounted the mare and applied pressure to her sides, Beyaz taking to the skies as the Rakeeb and horse made their way to the borders for an early morning ride.

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sswm → 922 :: --

With no claims in any specific tier of work, he roamed these lands as he willed. His ways were frowned upon, though he had paid this no attention until he had come home one evening, with live treasure wrapped up in his gentle embrace. Alone, he was immovable as the mountain, and he didn’t know the taste of intimidation. The blonde man had always been one to assume that the dark King with the venomous eyes of olive hues had understood who and what he was when he had first named him his Protégé. Perhaps it was just the hint of undiscovered promise that had led the elder male on, mistakenly. Itachi cared little if it was possible for him to do great things, for it wasn’t his desire to make a change. He wished only to be carried away by the currents that were time. Ability was nothing without a driving force to steer the wheels, and there was very little that drove the exile Prince from Inferni.

The unnamed horse was with him today, for the silvery girl had insisted that he must allow the mare more exercise. The mount had been obtained in Freetown and brought home to Salsola along with slaves and other living treasures. It had been decided that the dune hued mare with the dark mane would be his, though he didn’t quite manage to see why he should have the need for a horse. It was quite possible that this was part of bribery, or perhaps an attempt to inspire him to make use of himself more of use in the pack. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to dedicate himself for their purpose, but he rarely felt the pull to involve himself unless it was requested of him. He could follow orders when they were given, but the Boss was a busy man and didn’t have time to make certain his previous Protégé kept busy with work that benefited the pack. It should have come natural because of Itachi’s high rank, but didn’t.

The horse was a decent creature without the need to rebel like some of the stronger willed stallions found in their stable. This suited the man just fine, for he didn’t have the ability to calm fiery spirits, and didn’t wish to have to fight to get a servant to follow his command. The crows he had taken to train were different, but they were clever creatures, and slowly, they were learning to obey the hand that fed them. But Itachi didn’t want tame birds for the sake of company and simple tasks. The savage creatures had been brought from Freetown to serve a bloodier purpose, and the training it required to make them excel at the task he wished to give them for the future was difficult to execute correctly. Once he managed to teach him what he desired, they would be of good use for the pack. It was unfortunate that no official co-rank existed for tending just to the birds, but it was a task that took time and effort, and it was about time the Confidant returned to the Boss to make this one task an official duty.

Trained eyes managed to guess the purpose of the black winged creatures by the borders of the lands he once had lived within, but he could easily be wrong. His intention was only to travel along the lay of the claimed lands. Interaction with previous pack members was unnecessary, he thought, and so he moved with the hope that he and his steed wouldn’t encounter any early birds as they moved close by the Anatheman territory. He took notice of the apparent expansion since he had lived here, and was mildly pleased to take note that the pack prospered without the high number of members that had abandoned it to create a new name for themselves. Anathema was considered an ally still, he thought he remembered, and with the spreading rumours of Salsola’s unacceptable ways, it was important to have nearby packs that spoke in their favour. If Anathema would pick up arms for Salsola’s cause was a completely different question. He didn’t think they would, but they were a friendly faction in the proximity, and the Family could make use of that.

Eyes of dusk and dawn alike stayed far ahead as the unnamed horse’s hooves stepped against shallow snow on top of hard packed earth and rock. Itachi’s gaze did not stray to betray the route they followed, though gilded, wolfish ears turned on top of his dark blonde head, searching for sound that interfered with the monotone white noise of the approaching morning. The lids hooding his eyes held weight, for he hadn’t slept for some time. But he thought it was more important he reached the borders of Salsola before he lay down to rest. The northern territories weren’t as hostile to him as they were to others, but it didn’t make the possibility much more desirable. It brought him an odd sense of comfort to settle down close to the muted song bird, temporarily tamed to stay by his side. He thought it was important to not take her for granted, for there was the slight chance that she might fly away once more, as she had in the past from the underground caves within Anathema’s mountain.

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I'm so numb, Can't you hear me?
Here I am, There is something inside me
That still wants to feel
Word Count :: 451 Urgh. Sorry i couldn't come up with anything better @_@ Kinda approaching from either behind or ahead; whatever works?

It felt good to spend the silent morning out riding, although with the coming of winter everything was biting cold and the once lush foliage lay mostly dead and dried up, just getting outside and doing something other than walking the borders, training or working with the many crows of Anathema was refreshing. And it seemed it wasn't only the Rakeeb whom was glad to be out and about, for the young Mare was being surprisingly obedient and hadn't yet decided to attempt to throw her rider. Gradually he brought up the mare's speed, Beyaz taking to the skies rather than lazying upon his master's shoulder. With each stride the mare's pace increased until he just relaxed his grip and allowed the blue horse to really stretch her legs and run to her hearts content, snow flicking up behind them as she pushed her way through the all to familiar lands.

Closer and closer the pair drew until they rode just outside of the packs claimed territory, the border strongly scented and a constant comfort. He was near home and such a trivial thing made him feel both safe and comfortable; along with the added comfort of his weapons that was. Idle thoughts continued to occupy his mind, his mood light and surprisingly happy for once and he continued to ride in silence until the mares pace lowered, eventually settling down into a lazy walk as the horses chest heaved from the burst of energy. Lazily he scanned the lands around him and breathed in, taking in both scents and sights and seeking anything unusual or worthy of attention; although few strangers approached the borders these days and even fewer were foolish enough to trespass, it was an ingrained trait to always check, just in case. Carried along with the slight breeze was an unfamiliar scent and yet at the same time he coulda sworn that he'd once smelt it before. Breathing in deeply once more he pondered the scent, as weak and distant as it once he found himself curious to find out whom it belonged to and why they had drifted so close to the borders.

Dismounting Hibiki he brought her reigns over he head and leisurely led her forward in the direction he hoped the scent came from. A tired spell struck him and with his free hand he covered his mouth as he yawned; a form of manners he'd been instructed of by someone, somewhere at some point, the finer details of what caused him to do as such escaped him. As he walked he glanced up to the sky and tried to spot the albino crow but with no success. Where'd the pest go this time?

Image courtesy of Billy Lindblom

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Eventually, it would become inevitable that he would meet another soul. Some would think the shroud of darkness would protect a simple wanderer, but someone else was always awake to ensure no foul play would happen along the borders of their home. But Itachi was merely passing by, though admittedly close enough to his old home’s borders to draw attention, was he detected. Fingers were solidly interlaced in the horse’s reins and parts of the rich, dark mane, for it was necessary to have something to hold on to as long as he was on top of the pleasantly spirited mare. Sirius had allowed him to keep this mount after the first Freetown trip despite his failure, but Itachi wasn’t an experienced rider and had the time to regret this now. But there were no nasty surprises or incidents to throw him off.

He pulled slightly at the reins to signal the horse to stop as the sound of approach reached blonde hybrid audits. Specific scent had yet to be caught by the Lykoi’s sensitive olfaction, but the shift in air was lazy and slow, and not in his favour this early morning. Golden spun pelt remained at ease behind the male’s splendid coat of pitch black and chaos stars, though he decided, after a short moment of thought, to dismount the horse and allow his feet to connect with a stable, reliable ground of rock and dirt once again. Perhaps the safest chose was to move away and avoid another entirely, but it was not his wish to do so. Practise could make perfect, and he was in dire need of this. Pale, almost white gloved, fingers held on to the leathery rope that ensured that the horse would remain with him, and he reached to pat the soft, dark muzzle as he stared out into the lightless morning, awaiting the approaching male and his steed.

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