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Was it the man’s intention to ridicule him? Tail tinted with traces of golden threads moved against his puppy tail, displaying the slightest hint of mild aggravation in a manner similar of a feline’s, though he was certain it was minor enough to escape the adult’s keen eyes, if that was what they were. Deep, eternally blushing orbs did not flicker as he tasted the mild, stagnant air of their underground home, seasoned with raw soil and gentle moisture present even as they existed in the heart of winter. Was this the perfume that was to infest his lovely coat and greet canines of different factions? The salt breaths of the north western seas were quickly fading from him, and today he was a wolf with nothing more than a breath of mixed blood. The young, expelled prince did not mourn his severed ties and distant home, but the change had been great and still required some getting used to.
Quiet reds let go of the subtle, glittering velvet, taking its time to travel to the man beside him. ”And you are certain of this?” the youth asked, empty face not transmitting the quiet reluctance that existed behind his eyes. Who did this man think he was, coming here and say that there was nothing out there? Perhaps he was right, but not everything in this world had to make sense in order to possess some variation of beauty. The pulsing lights up there seemed alive to the boy, and while this could be wrong, he could enjoy the treats brought to him by his imagination. Was it so that adults needed to find purpose in their surroundings? The young Lykoi boy would be able to understand that, but was not willing to submit to that direction. Sure, Itachi too sought purpose and found it when he looked, but it was not a requirement of his that everything around him should make sense in some way.
Dark scarlet lit eyes settled against vivid blue, expecting a filling answer brought by a dismissive tone. Yes, he was a mere boy and knew nothing about anything, but he strongly disliked being treated like a child when his psyche wished to rank him higher. Experience was welcomed, but only if brought on by a voice that spoke to him more as an equal than a dull, indulgent child. That was not to say that Itachi already felt unfairly treated by the adult by his side, but his mind was indeed quick to coat itself with defensive, passive aggressive thoughts and emotions. To put the whole thing into a different perspective, it was good to know that they were unaware of what he remained capable off. The youth did not consider him to be the reaper; to hold the right to judge and take those he meant were ripe and ready to leave this hellish earth, but the feeling of power it had given him, and the action had in return given birth to a silent hunger that eventually would demand nutrition in the form of tragedy.
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