it's hard with such a history

Sirius Revlis · 04-23-2011, 06:29 AM

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This was difficult, but in being so, provided a challenge Sirius had not been posed with for a long time. So many individuals had such simple wants, but what lure could he possible propose to a soul that had already accepted its hand in fate? Had Itachi no desire to claim fate as his own? It was puzzling, for the boy seemed to have already made concrete decisions on things that, to a normal individual, were feasibly changeable. How could he, a young man, see claiming the girl within his cave as an impossibility?

Perhaps he fought it subconsciously. Sirius knew nothing of the pair's story, and he cared little to find out about it. What was useful to him was the present, not the past, and his own brisk personality found little interest in what was surely some miserably bland tale of youthful endurance. The only interesting aspect of it was Itachi himself - The girl could have been any other, and was useless to Sirius, discarded as anything but the wings by which to give life to plans, secret ideas, things thought of but not spoken.

Lime dipped momentarily to the blood that stained the boy's maw, and a flicker of distaste could be seen circling dark, livid pupils. So messy. It was strange that a hunter should have such a dislike of blood - It tasted good, surely, but it turned them into lesser beasts; With blood on their maws, they were as bobcats, or any other simple predator. Things could be achieved with so much more civility than they often were. It conflicted within him, these survival drives and urges for gentry - But in the end, Sirius was a Hunter, and a Hunter he would remain. There was nothing so unique as the anticipation of the hunt - He felt it now as he watched the boy with the bleeding eyes. Tread carefully; he is smart, oh, you can see it. Tread carefully.

His cleansed hand moved to rest fingertips gently against their companions of the other hand, a contemplative gesture that he then raised to tap against the end of his bearded maw. So many thoughts called for voice, but he was selective, a careful predator. Lime measured the other in silence a few beats, deciding the best approach. Itachi was clever, and no usual amount of weaving would do - He would attempt a different approach, then, a more risky one. "No," A slight smile curve against his own fingertips, which moved away to allow speech once more, "It is not, Itachi. Nothing is as it is." The words were not offered in an argumentative tone; he sought to provoke thought, not anger. "Only you and I are certain. We can know nothing but ourselves - Remember that." A shadow swum over those chemical eyes, and it was dangerous; a shark in shallow water. It disappeared as quickly as it had come.

One a whim, the Revlis man picked up the disassembled snare beside him, and tossed the pieces across to the ground before Itachi. It was a strange assemblage of leather strips and carefully sharpened wooden spires. "Can you tell me what this is? Or rather, what it was," His hands folded together now, strangely elegant and slender for their murderous capabilities. The test was before him, and the man watched the boy intensely.

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