She had a lot of love to give

Itachi Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 05:26 AM

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While he had lived with his family in Inferni, he had never gone hungry. His caretaker had cared for him well, and he had never lacked anything other than the simple ability to love her back the same way she loved him. There was gratitude and there was respect, but he found it hard in general to conjure emotions of affection for another being. Kaena had done everything right about his upbringing, but it was in the young canine’s mentality that the flaw lay, and it had formed him into something no doubt wicked since he had so easily gone through the attempt to murder her without heavy waves of emotional regret for a move of such a nature. Hunger was quick to find him these days, but his appearance owned no traits of malnutrition by any standards. His growing body was quick to let him know when it desired provisions, and he did what he could to gulp down a meal whenever he found one; was it on his own or begging from others.

The young prince was terribly out of line as he lunged for the woman’s meaty trophy, but he currently did not regard her rank or the possible consequences his bold move could result in. What he knew was that he desired the flesh of the killed animal greatly, and instinct could overlook certain rules for a moment as long as the soundless voice within the depths of his belly screamed with the need to feed. The woman’s eyes grew round and surprised as he lunged for the pelted item stuck between her jaws, and soon after a growl was registered by keen, wolfy ears dressed with woven gold. He shook his head defiantly, holding on to the lovely body of the small game. It was still warm, and so moist with the heavy, metallic song of blood. The taste was lovely, and now it was his. A small, young growl massaged his throat for only a moment before his own muscles suddenly threw him backwards as the rabbit ripped in half and removed all interference.

He fell partly on his side, though the meat was still in his jaw. Lithe, limbs reeled up beneath his form and brought him up standing again, and he did not dignify the woman with another look before he twisted around, aiming to escape with the part of dead animal that he had managed to take from her. Young jaws crushed down against the meat locked between them, and his chest roared victoriously. He had intended to take it all, but this would do. The prince was a disobedient creature today, and knew that he risked to be whipped and put in place for what he just had done. Everything would be bearable as long as his belly was satisfied. Rich red wine stare sought back to the female’s shadow form though, as his audits revealed to him that there were no trampling paws thundering behind him to give him a dose of his own medicine, served with fangs to remind him of his righteous place in the Anathema pack.

She had let the other half of the meat drop to the ground, allowing innards and blood to spill onto the pale snow, now blushing with pinks as it slowly melted beneath the dead prey. His slender form lost some of its purpose, motivation changing into a more advanced opinion rather than the simple hit and run. The banished prince’s blonde form turned slightly, feeling relative comfortable now as there was a slight distance between himself and the woman’s velvet form. Wolfen ears were pressed flat against his skull, and his posture was that of a canine threatened by another. Head held low and close to his body, he could feel the familiar rumble rise within the depths of his throat a second time, though not with an added volume strong enough for the present adult to hear. Head cocked slightly to the side as he watched her with burgundy eyes tinted with violets. Why was she not chasing him?

He sought for her rage, but found none. A word rolled out of her maw then, and an ear perked to taste her rich voice. Would she allow him the trophy she had brought down on her own? This was not something he had anticipated at all, and therefore suspicion swelled within his flawed being, and a step was taken in the opposite direction of the adult sharing a home beneath Anathema’s lands. Why? Blood begged for his attention and he willingly amended his focus, letting the half creature fall to the ground before he outright attacked it with his stained, vicious jaws of death. With such a pace, one could wonder if the youth ever got time to revel with the taste of the dead as he hurriedly worked to tear off large chunks of meat and guide it down into his wailing stomach. Itachi’s handsome face was quickly stained with the red matter, but he was blind to anything but the feeling of meat entering his begging stomach.

While eating with immerse enthusiasm, the deep crimson gaze of his remained on the other present canines, watching her every move in case she decided to approach him. Golden tail stirred and lashed against his hindquarters, and he would readily defend his meal if he had to at this point, now when its taste was driving his senses wild. Blood blocked his nostrils somewhat, but it was only lovely to indulge himself with the scent and taste of the fallen creature’s blood. Not a moment had been granted to display any form of gratitude as he feasted on his stolen dinner, but with the urgency, his priorities were definite and bolded out. Feed first, talk later. He did not believe that he would apologize for what he had done, but that was what should have been natural to do. There would be a time for him to pay her back for what she had lost, but there would be no excuses from the cheeky youth.

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