[M] The Curse of Kindness
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OOC: Open for anyone. He's in Optime form. Moss is having a bit of trouble today, so it would be nice to see a friendly face. Also, it's up to you whether you can see Eilam or not, he'll probably poof once he gets spotted though. :3 ||+580


Ever since coming so close to dying, Eilam had been here, constantly plaguing him with memories from his past battles and struggles with Ketsi's jealousy. His hatred filled companion had done his best to make Eilam's life an unhappy one. Moss, was the one who dealt with all these memories and often times they got out of hand, leading him to do things he would never be capable of. Eilam was a tempered wolf being broken apart by the tides of war.

The generally gentle heaven had been caring for an injured bird. The small blue jay was nearly healed under Moss's attentive care. With a adoring smile on his dark lips, he held the bird in the cup of his hand petting it's head with one over sized Luperci finger. He cooed to the feathered creature, his tail thumping gently against the forest floor. You're almost better, just a couple more days and you'll be on your way. The bird simply gazed up at him and ruffled it's feathers stretching out the healing wing in the process. Moss, thank. He chirped back, the appreciation evident on his feathery face. Mismatched eyes continued to look down over the bird as he let his mind wonder off. With a smile, he leaned his head against the tree he was sitting up against and let his eyes close, the bird still cupped in his hands.

Pleasant thoughts swam through his mind. A beautiful woman who he pictured himself with. His hands wrapped around her in a passionate embrace, muzzle coming in for a kiss. His smile grew wider as he though deeper. Puppies were tumbling with each other around the two loving parents' feet. He took a deep breath as he continued to think. Soon, he could feel Eilam's presence as a cold chill passed through his body disrupting his merry daydream. The thoughts twisted and soon he was in the midst of war. His jaws bared and hackles raised as he charged towards his enemy. The two wolves clashed, Moss's teeth coming to dig into the enemy wolf's side. Blood splattered his light colored coat as he delivered the finishing blow and the lifeless corpse fell to the ground. Battle continued to rage around him as he leapt forward at his next enemy.

The daydream came to an end when Elam's cold nose nuzzled his shoulder. Eyes jutted open and he gasped for a air. His hands were closed tight, the small bird had been suffocated in his strong grasp. Grief struck him, a depressed snarl curling on his lips as he opened his hands to see the now lifeless bird in his hands. He couldn't help but howl in grief for the bird's life. What a curse Eilam could be, but still he never shunned him. Eilam was a part of him and Moss would always accept him. Solemn eyes turned to gaze at the spirit wolf who's eyes were also filled with sorrow and empathy. I'm so sorry Moss. If I could stop them I would. Moss shook his head. It's fine Eilam...you don't do this on purpose. Moss sighed and turn to dig a small hole which he put the bird it. He patted it down and said a few nice words about the feathery creature before getting up and continuing on his way, the translucent figure walking behind him.



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Hope you don't mind me joining ^_^ Oh, and is Eilam an actual ghost? :O Itachi hasn't encountered another "haunted" person before! Could be fun ;o


Fresh dirt accompanied by fresh death, though he wasn’t truly aware of the small body buried under the slight layer of turned soil. What mostly occupied the blonde Salsolan’s mind was that he was too far from home. It was a feeling he carried somewhat curiously, for it was not for him to feel attachment to people and places. He had been born a ghost, and had wandered through a gray and fatigued world for an eternity. But a gentle female with eyes stolen from summer skies had let colours to swaddle his existence, and slowly, Itachi Lykoi was being born anew.

Nostrils drew in the scented trail of the stranger, so very fresh. Perhaps there was something else as well, but Itachi’s thoughts did not immediately linger with possible signs of a somewhat recognizable presence. His blackened bird was nowhere to be seen, but he knew that its habits wouldn’t allow it to stray too far from him. Strange, how wicked friendships between species seemed to find nurture and grow. It wasn’t the natural order of things, but evolution for canines had changed after the virus had infested their bodies and introduced them to a new sense of reality where so much more was possible.

Scarlet eyes settled on the pacing loner’s back, yet the other remained far ahead of him. As a willing loner in many ways, Itachi knew how to conceal his presence from most senses, but his intention was not to walk veiled along the shadows today. The katana was attached to the rough leather belt that was wrapped around his athletic body, and he didn’t worry about hostile forces as long as he had the means to protect himself.


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OOC: Yay! Someone was supposed to join, but they never did. Yes, Eilam is a sprit that follows Moss around causing him all sorts of trouble. Tongue ||+000


The reddish wolf-dog walked with his head hung low. Today was turning out to be a very dull and miserable day. By far the most miserable day he'd had since stepping foot in 'Souls. He was tired of the journeying and the loneliness. In fact, it was driving him insane. Now, the only living companion that he had, he had killed and that made matters much, much worse. At this point, he felt like lying down in the middle of the forest and letting the trees digest his body so they could flourish. At least then he would be helping the earth instead of being a useless blemish on it's surface. A sigh drew from his maw as he continue onward, Eilam followed far behind. The spirit knew the dismay he caused his friend. The least he could do now was leave Moss alone for the rest of the day.


Eilam sensed the stranger's approach before Moss had, turning and stopping to look at the cloaked man with a snarl rippling on his lips. He glanced at Moss who still hadn't noticed and then back at the strange deciding to vanish into thin air before his friend turned around. His form seemed to evaporate into the air, a dark mist was all that lingered for a few seconds before also vanishing. It was at Eilam's snarl that Moss turned to meet the eyes of his follower, though he didn't react as harshly as his translucent companion. He simply stood and waited for the stranger to catch up throwing one hand into his jean pocket and the other in the air to wave to the cloaked stranger. Hello there. I didn't noticed I had company. Moss's voice portrayed the sadness he was feeling as well as the anger he had for his own actions. Still, his tail didn't pick up and his ears remained pushed back not caring what happened anymore. If only he wasn't so melodramatic about every little thing. Eventually he would find a home, it would just take some time.


His mismatched eyes searched for Eilam but it seems he had disappeared, as usual. He wasn't fond of stranger due to his unfortunate past and only showed himself to those very rare few. Even then, it took him quite a while to warm up to anyone. Moss sighed, he wished for once Eilam would stand by his side, it wasn't like he had anything to lose, he was already dead after all.



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Itachi was perfect serenity in most scenarios, and it wasn’t about to change now. Yet, strangers could at times be quick to wrongly judge him. It was difficult to put his finger on exactly what it was that unnerved them. Perhaps his inability to display emotion at all. Salsola had gained a unique reputation as well, so that too could be a conceding factor. Either way, he wasn’t met with instantaneous suspicion at this time. He was at times quick to slink away into the shadows whenever he detected another presence, but it was a habit he intended to soften up a bit.

Unless he was very mistaken, this man should be somewhat interesting. The words seemed like a white lie in gold-spun hybrid ears. Scarlet eyes discovered a mismatched set and stayed there. The Salsolan chose against commenting on the initial opening of the dialogue, and thought he could investigate another prominent feature that had been revealed through the sadness of the other man’s tone. ”There seems to be sadness in your voice,” he openly observed, appearing absolutely cold and blank compared to the other. It wasn’t his intention to create uneasiness with his empty behaviour; these were his defects that had been with him since birth.

His walking pace did slow as he drew closer to the other, and ceased completely once they were close enough to keep a conversation.

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It seemed that Eilam had gone unnoticed by the following stranger. By the time Moss turned around the dark colored spirit was gone, the stranger remaining. His eyes searched for him but he was nowhere to be found, too frightened of anyone to show his face. Moss stood there and waited for the cloaked man to catch up, his expression changing from sad to sad with a fake smile. Generally he was able to keep himself in high spirits, but it was days like these that his heart sunk and was unable to be resuscitated. At least until he got some rest and woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Unfortunately, most of his mornings were dreadful as he was unable to get much sleep the night before woken by hunger or bad dreams.


The man neared, no expression resting on his face, not even a friendly smile. Those blood red eyes meeting his as they stood before each other. Moss never looked away from the man, still faking a smile. The stranger jumped right to the fact that he had sounded sad. Now, there was no need to mask his sadness and his smile slowly slipped away under dark lips. His brow furrowed, trying to get a read off of the man, but there was nothing to go off of. The cloaked stranger had no expression, his ears didn't move to reveal an emotion either. How odd. With a deep breath, Moss spoke and nodded. You're keen on other's emotions. I am upset. Today just isn't a good day. I haven't had many good days since coming here.. Moss's eyes' narrowed as he tried to keep his chin up. The loss of the bird was eating away at him, his hands had killed it even if it was Eilam who caused such turmoil in Moss's head.

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It seemed a compliment; the notion of the coywolf being keen on emotions. It was not something he would rise to claim on his own. He perceived more as confidence, and the lack of proper disguise from the other. Some canines wore emotions visibly and some did not, though the smile the other had worn could have fooled as he did not know this man. But it seemed the Salsolan’s words had revealed whatever sorrow he had made an attempt to hide, and the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. Perhaps it had been rude and faulty to speak of his observation. Strangers were not fond of sharing their troubles, normally.

No fake appearance of good will was placed in the golden hybrid’s expression. He was incapable of wearing emotion over his hollow shell. Some found him mystical, but he knew the truth for what it was; he was a flawed creature with madness running thickly through black veins. Murderers, psychopaths and worse came from both parents, and a shadow, not yet forgotten, had managed to travel through oblivion and back to ensure that his life was to be black tainted. Although many perceived him with care, he thought he probably was relatively normal, considering the majority of his family, alive and dead alike.

”Perhaps it’s a sign that you’re not supposed to stay here,” the Salsolan wondered, voice as blank and empty as his face. Itachi did not intend to appear hostile, but if the red eyed coywolf had found himself miserable where he resided, then he would have moved on to greener fields. It was partly what had led to his banishment from the clan, and it was also the reason why he had abandoned Anathema’s sullen caves to become part of the Salsolan foundation party. He hadn’t expected to settle down permanently like this, and was pleased that he had. Itachi had found his fortune in the same lands where he had been born. He had been lucky. Perhaps this wasn’t the red and green eyed male’s Eden.

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Moss held no bias for the cloaked stranger who showed no emotion. He was accepting of most everyone. He did find it rather curious that the man kept his face so blank, he secretly wished that he could be like that. Sometimes, his emotions got in his way and caused more trouble than good. Like this morning with the bird. If he'd been incapable of feeling sad for the bird's death or guilty for being the one to end it's life, then he wouldn't be in this depressing state of mind and could move on with his life. Also, he wouldn't be lonely or home sick and being a loner wouldn't dismay him. Even so, he couldn't push away the feelings that stung so deeply.


The man's words caused the large wolf-dog's ears to push back. He certainly hoped that wasn't the case. There was no where else for him to go. His pack had thought him trash and kicked him to the side. Even his mother and father had to view him the same way if they wanted to keep their lives the way they were. It didn't pain him knowing they made that decision, it only pained him that he was now alone. Loneliness was something Moss had a hard time dealing with, his only company being Eilam who's touch caused horrible nightmare like memories. A large hand raised to rub the back of his head, the worry in his eyes. I certainly hope that's not the case. I came from across the ocean, this is where I ended up. It I'm not supposed to be here, then where would I go? Moss wanted to settle down and have a family, here was the place to do it with abundant packs to join.


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Sorry for the wait and sucky reply. Replied to this topic a week ago and couldn't recover it after the data loss, so lost muse for some time -___-


It hadn’t been the Lykoi’s intention to further unsettle the unhappy stranger. More often than not, Itachi could be quite bold. He had never been one to beat around the bush—he could easily hold back information, but in general he did prefer straight forward honesty. If this place was misfortunate for the other man, then there should be greener fields ahead, somewhere that was not here. ‘Souls shouldn’t be home for frail canines.

”You could go somewhere else that’s not here,” the male simply answered as the stranger asked his question. The red eyed man had never seen the world outside ‘Souls, but he positively knew that it was extremely big. Surely there was always somewhere to go. If the other had travelled from the world across the vast sea, then he could travel a little longer in pursuit of happiness. He was curious though, and he did wish to learn exactly what troubled the lone wolf. But he thought it might be a bit too early to push the subject. He would never expect a stranger to open up and share his troubling secrets.

Sunset eyes slowly travelled away from the male, but they remained alone, apparently. He didn’t settle on any conclusions, but he knew that his eyes could not always be trusted. Perhaps this one had an insistent shadow trailing his heels. Itachi knew too well what that was like.

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