It is no problem, sorry for the wait too. 811
Itzal let out a cold laugh. It held no real emotion or feeling, then he looked at her, his eyes cold and hard. She meant his eyes, and he felt himself develope a new respect for her. She was brave, even if it did border line stupidity. He smiled a wicked smile. "I don't remember ever claiming to be nice. If I did, I would have been lying. You are right, I could at least be courteous, but just cause I can be, doesn't mean I will be. I don't feel like it, not when you expect it when you haven't earner my courteousy." He looked at her and shook his head slowly. She did not understand how bad she could have it, she didn't understand the meaning of respect, of how it had to be earned. She was just a pup, and, he thought, she would be one long after she grew up pyschically. He had grown up long before most, and sometimes, he felt like he had grown too old too fast. He sighed and let that thought go, looking at her again he smiled a soft, dangerous smile.
"Of course I know. I lost mine too. Though, I lost mine a diffrent way then yours. My family was murdered, my mother, my brother, and my sister. They were murdered by my uncle, the alpha of my father's pack. They believed only pure-bred wolves deserved to live, and that was what their pack was made of, pure-bred wolves. But my mother was a coyote, my father had fallen in love with her, and they had me and my brother and sister. When my uncle found out about us, he set out to kill us, but my father and mother managed to hide me in the pack, since I looked like a pure wolf. They weren't fast enough to save my siblings though, and my uncle killed them. My father was left alive, but they wounded him badly, then banished him. I lived with that pack a week, and they beat me, abused me, tried to break me, because they believed in submitting completely to those of a higher rank. I almost died, a lot of times, but I survived, I never broke. Then I left, and I found my father. He taught me to hunt, to protect myself. I was only six months old. Then, he died. I was all alone, and I had to survive, and I did. I killed without mercy, those that I had to, and some that I didn't. I never trusted anyone, and I became a killer, it was who I was, sometimes I still am. I went mad one time, became a mindless kiiller, killing anything I came across. I didn't think, didn't need anything but feeling the blood of others spill from them because of me. Then I killed the girl I had come to love. We had traveled some, but split off, until she came back, and me, mad and lost, killed her because I thought it was a trick." Itzal stopped and realized sometime during all his talking, he had looked away from her, feeling his eyes flash with the madness that had once ruled him, and always threatens too again. He shivered and looked back at her, his eyes a bright yellow. "The feeling of that isn't something I can describe, but that part of me is still alive, always fighting for control. That is what finally snapped me out, when I was standing over her body and realized she was real. After that, I tried to kill less, I never got close to anyone, not that I did before, but I was more catious, more cut off then before. I figured I couldn't go on like that, so, when I found myself here, I headed to Inferni, and joined, planning on settling down."
He looked at her, his eyes cold and heartless as he looked at her. "You have no idea, and you never will, what that was like. I don't want your pity, or your sympathy, you just need to understand that you are lucky. I killed, and I killed, because I had to too survive. That was all that mattered, was survival, and self pity, I quickly learned, did not help me survive. So yes, I don't care about your little problem, I don't care that you feel oh so bad. If you ask me, you should be grateful, not that you ever will be. It seems too 'beneath' you." He let out a small laugh and then looked away from her, waiting for the rush of emotion, sorrow, lonelyness, that some people might expect to come from remembering how your family died, from how you suffered. He just smiled when he felt nothing at all. He had stopped feeling those emotions a long time ago.
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