Something overpowered the sound of gray claws against solid rock, and blushing hues of vivid sunsets rose and abandoned the dark path ahead in pursuit of the sight that could help the youth to understand the origins of the sound. He was instantly rewarded, though his pace lost its confidence as his eyes continued to investigate another male that looked like nothing he’d seen before. Itachi’s eyes were young and had seen very little of what the earth offered, and he would stare like a child without shame. Simple signs of courtesy were rarely worn by the young prince. If he found something worth staring at, he would do just that.
What was more impressive was the weapon held by the other. Perhaps this was another warrior of the pack. If so, then fortune surely smiled at the young traitor. The Lykoi abandoned his current direction and headed to the male in the common room instead. The sword the young member had stolen from his mother in Inferni was not present on the boy’s hip, but he felt confident approaching the other member regardless. He knew they had something in common already. While his blade was elegant and sleek, the axe was large and no doubt powerful. Itachi would never reach an impressive size and he would always be more lean than well-built.
”I am Itachi,” he said, introducing himself as he squatted down before the other. Depths of flawed red followed the blade’s movement.
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