There was a silver circle sign

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 08:13 AM

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It was not a child’s right to take an adult’s respect for granted. He knew what he was and knew what she was. Sepirah was a superior in every way; in rank, in age, in knowledge; everything. Yet, when she chose to show humility and esteem, which automatically made the same rise in him. She could have told him to get lost or grow up and he would not have been in a position where he could snap back with anything but childish words of hurt and humiliation. In the end he could not have held it against her, had she chosen to behave that way. The difference was that she had not, and when she showed that she could respect him, it was not a hard task to respect her back. It went both ways, and so it was not forced as the young Lykoi boy gazed up at her with esteem and a lesser confidence than that he surrounded himself with whenever he faced another adult on uncertain grounds. He liked the fact that she kept her form crouched a bit low so that it was easier for him to communicate on an even level with her. No smile arrived to strengthen his resolve, but deep scarlet orbs did no longer hold the passive aggressiveness that they had held earlier when she had first intruded on his solitude. Her presence was acceptable and he was willing to let her see this.

She raised her head as he replied, but there were no words to immediately spill out of her mouth. The child’s eyes remained on her face, scrutinising it for response to his answer. There was not anything he could recognize, however, and as he waited for a vocal response instead, he found that there might not even be one. No words rose to pursue this topic and allow it to evolve, and in fact the male found himself slightly disappointed as her demeanour changed slightly as she introduced another subject instead. Dark crimson slimmed down slightly as his gaze remained on her face. Should he be jealous of her unique pelt colour? Would she turn invisible when night approached? He wished he could see Sepirah walking through the dark after the sun was gone. He wished he too could have become invisible in such a way, but he was not gifted with a dark coat. Instead he was coated by the light colour of sand. Why was it that they always longed for what they could not have? The male’s muzzle wrinkled slightly at his own thoughts, and so reluctantly amended his focus so that he could focus on the woman’s new question instead. It was a hard one for him to answer, to be honest.

He had been brought up without any companions on his own age. There were only adults around him, and the scented line that ended the clan’s territory was a frightening place. Itachi knew nothing of what lay beyond those lines, and his grandmother had warned him repeatedly that outside of Inferni, there were unsafe grounds. He was not certain if he would risk his health only for the sake of exploration, but that was one of the few things he had to entertain himself. Inferni was a well known place for him by now, and he ached for something more. Would that be a liable response to the adult’s query? The young male’s eyes fell from his aunt’s face, instead watching the smooth movement of her tail as he tried to make his own wag in a similar manner to display some kind of jolliness that he did not feel. So he liked to explore? Perhaps that would be good enough, as playing games for fun was far from a strong side. ”I’m not sure,” he replied nevertheless, uncertainty present in both figure and voice as he revealed this. ”I like to explore.” See places he had not seen before and feeling his oversized puppy paws rest against strange, unknown soil. Yes, that could probably be classified as fun in his odd world.

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