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Individuals were different, and it was only natural for him to rank them in his mind. Few proved worthy of Itachi’s time, in truth, for they would clash so horribly with his quiet demeanour. For most it would be a most preferred match, for there were many that loved a man that could listen without interruption, but he cared so little for such creatures, vain and self-occupied as they were. Greed was a skill everyone shared here, but it was the way it was carried that affected him. Even the most loving mother would act in pure greed, harvesting her own contentment and happiness from that of her children. Perhaps that was why he did not let foolish hatred burn for his mother. She was just like everyone else, overall.
So what made the earthen shaded man with the poison eyes take interest in him? Thoughts did not spiral down around this unspoken question, for Itachi had not a burning desire to know. He was not eager to analyse every twist and turn in his existence. The flawed prince remained still as the older man sat down across of him. Eyes shaded with lines of polluted dusk rested on the rabbit as the large predator’s claws dug deep into skin, sinew and bone. Dead animals bled, but it was a slower flow when the working heart did no longer pulse. The smell of cold blood reminded him of death as well, and the young male thought of his father and how the sound of the rabbit’s tearing flesh matched with the one breaking silence when Eris had dug for the still warm liver.
But there was no trouble oozing forth in the blonde prince’s face. He was not traumatized by the incident. He ought to be, but as his father and the man before him, he carried flaws in heart and mind. Clawed fingers reached to receive the lean leg when it was offered. Patiently, the hybrid continued to let sharp nails dig and rip, removing remaining pelt that still hang on to the raw meat. A prepared meal could have elevated taste, but Itachi was far from picky, and the fresh taste of raw meat would be delightful as well, for it would be seasoned with the light golden male’s own hunger. Blushing hues of red rose to meet the owner of what had turned into a question.
Itachi did not turn to gaze into the darkness—he had no reason to; they both knew she was there. Who was he to deny Sirius the truth? ”A dreamer,” he replied, continuing to peel off some skin and fur. ”I found her unconscious at the pack’s borders and brought her here. But she can’t stay.” for surely this darkness would suffocate her and kill her song forever. Sirius too could detect which group she belonged to. The relationship between the coyote clan and this pack was so fragile, and he knew the girl wasn’t safe here. She knew too, and he hoped she would spread her wings very soon to save herself from the stalking cat.
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