[M] - I was prepared to take it all

Itachi Lykoi · 01-02-2011, 09:38 AM

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Her face had already been burned into his perceptive pupils framed with their lovely, unique colours of blushing skies. Again, the tones of blue had entered his life again in the eyes of a stranger. How could she be possible family when her eyes told him, without words, that they were not? The young prince knew nothing of genetics; knew only that the Lykois he knew shared red and gold. The soft, earthen painting on their muzzle was a characteristic that he had quickly learned spoke of their royal line. Perhaps his pale ears had caught the insisting voice pressing its way through the glass as he turned and left, but he paid it no attention. The girl would have to take a little journey around the worn wooden building if she wished to investigate who hid behind the glass. Fingers held on to the stiff, crisp frame of the cabin’s opening, claws slowly digging into the frozen surface with an ease he could only dream of possessing in his lupus form. There were things to be discovered in his optime form, and the young creature had already decided that he adored it.

Ears were showed up on top of his skull to create a mock crown as the woman decided to turn the corner after all, forcing him into interacting with her. Audits returned to lay flat against his skull for several moments after, however, as she screeched as she laid her blue eyes to rest on his still form. The boy’s appearance remained at a low degree visual wise, though he did manage to keep a doubting grimace at bay. A silent inhale brought salt and ash to his sensors, and he knew with certainty that this should be someone he knew. However, he did not, and he coached a crippled smile to creep onto his blonde face, ruby holding usual amounts of suspicion, though not purified distaste. His skin no longer crawl with the intensified awareness birthed by the instinctual injections of adrenaline, and he felt his muscles relax further. They were both of mixed blood, but her appearance complicated the clan while his did not. The sperm donor had no doubt been a wolf, but Halo’s son did not possess the racist traits of his mother’s. The prince had liked Naniko’s words about the subject, and did not care about the percentage of wolf within one’s veins.

The same word was repeated, but instead of offering her a verbal response of same calibre, the young male granted her a firm nod as he continued to struggle to accept the situation he had been drawn into. Itachi quickly discovered her face a lovely place to rest his eyes on. Limited variations of shades had been permitted to draw gentle lines in blush and earthen hues, and in his eyes he could dream of warm summer skies. There was no golden sun to peer back at him, but there was a soul. The young brute’s inhale seemed sharp—almost forced as she seemed to formulate an attempt to apologize for startling him. So detail had been available through glass and dirt and dust. Dark rubies remained stern, but he should not have issues admitting that she caught him by surprise there. ”I did not expect to see anyone else out here,” he replied with a voice gentler than the lingering expression in fiery eyes. Her scent was that of home, and a wave of nostalgia sought to drown him.

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