it's hard with such a history

Sirius Revlis · 04-23-2011, 05:32 AM

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Itachi Lykoi was a creature short of words, but Sirius could respect that. Words were shifty things, easily pliable into weapons or defenses, but also easily dissuaded. Actions were much more difficult to edit and manipulate - Much more solid and dangerous. The man had been blessed early with an eloquent, silver tongue; a talent to behold when it was put into practice. With words he could control people's minds, but with actions, their bodies.

He had been watching carefully for any sort of emotional response to the discussion's abrupt focus on the sleeping girl, but was disappointed. At the same time, that disappointment was quick to fizzle into a frustrated approval. Itachi was only a boy, and yet already he had such self-mastery that most men could not conquer in a lifetime. Serpentine ivy eyes watched with narrowed pupils, calculative and curious.

The object of his attention was avoiding eye contact, peeling fur and skin from deep maroon flesh as he spoke in that strangely hollow voice. Was Itachi Lykoi a vessel? Sirius thought not. He had seen intelligence in those bleeding eyes, and knew better than to shun it with assumptions. It was time to tread the water carefully, so carefully.

His metaphorical mental claws remained dug into the girl. She was the only blemish on Itachi's otherwise seamless armor, and surely that made her some sort of weak point. She was not just come wanderer - Itachi was far too clever to risk bringing 'just some wanderer' back into the heart of Anathema. He risked punishment and her own safety by doing such a thing. Eyes flickered past the youth into the gloom of the caves and instantly back again, the hunter's habit making such a swift movement of the eyes almost invisible. "I see," He spoke in a calm voice that suitably covered the chaotic swiftness of his mind.

But she can't stay. No, indeed. She was Inferni's property, not the little Lykoi boy's, and it was well he knew such a thing. Anathema could claim her, but that did not seem to be a feasible option to Itachi. Curious, curious... "Why can't she stay?" His voice was gentle, but not condescending; It dipped as though to infer some sort of conspirators alliance between them. "She's a pretty thing. I'm sure you could keep her in there... Oh, I see. Anathema is too dark, too cold for the fragile miss, is it?" He followed a stream of conscious, hoping that it was the right one. Sirius needed to hook Itachi and reel him in, and he was relatively sure the girl's inability to remain in the underground chasms of Anathema was the key. "Such a shame that it is not within your power to keep her," A slight challenge flashed in venomous eyes, but the man's face was composed as ever as pink tongue returned to cleansing blood from stained hands.

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