We pressed our way right through the crowd

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 01:19 PM

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Oversized ears remained perked and stood attention as the adult woman spoke her beautiful words. A friend, she said. The young male tilted his head somewhat, looking to the pale goddess with expectance in his eyes as if he would be able to understand a fuller meaning of the word if he gazed into her lovely eyes long enough. No answer seemed to dawn on him, but he liked to have a reason to look at her. So his grandmother was this wolf’s friend. It was strange, because he had always believed that the clan was not friendly with wolves. The borders quietly spoke of their relationship, and he knew that the skulls were the head of wolves without any fur or eyes or noses. He did not find them scary at all, in fact, because he knew that it was Inferni members that had done it and put their heads on top of those sticks. If anything, all wolves should be afraid of him for being a part of the coyote clan. Itachi liked thinking along those lines; liked to think of himself as a mighty superior in the eyes of other. Only a child, but already he had the arrogance of his kind.

He would remain kind to this woman though, because she was kind to him and treated him as something more than a mere child. Not every adult knew how to speak to a young puppy, but pale white Naniko was not one of them. She had offered him food and understood without any sour frown that he did not like to play with other puppies. ”I did not know coyotes and wolves could be friends,” he said, voicing his thoughts, more or less. Thinking about the skulls, he wondered if Naniko’s face would look the same as the rest of her head was put on a stick. He did not like that idea though, and quickly abandoned it. Then again, what was a friend, really? Did he have any? He attempted to think, but there was still no answer within his head that could satisfy his curiosity at the word. He was slightly disappointed that he had not received a visual response when he had complimented the white lady on her looks, but perhaps such pretty words from a young, silly boy did not matter much to her.

Her answer to the question about whether or not her pack would be for wolves only made him slightly optimistic again, though the young male had no thoughts about leaving the clan. The lands were dull without much happening, but it was where he had been born and the thought of leaving the clan had never once touched his mind. Were there many that needed homes? Many that did not feel like they fitted in other places? What did it mean that they were not welcome? Dark crimson eyes seemed to turn slightly rounder as he considered this. ”Why are some not welcomed other places?” Were they bad? How bad was really bad? Itachi had never been a trouble doer, ever, but he knew that he was capable of more than his caretaker knew. He knew not where the lines went though, and had not yet found a solid reason to test it out, though the pale woman inspired unpleasant thoughts to take root and grow as they spoke. She was a wolf and said that she did not care what someone else was made of. The young male did not really understand those lines, and he cursed his young age and the lack of equality between them. She remained beautiful to him, however, and his intent gaze revealed that he was more than a little bit dazzled by her appearance.

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