[M] buried in misery

Itachi Lykoi · 07-18-2011, 06:30 AM

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His burning gaze remained with icy hues, and wondered if what he was witnessing was contempt. Emotions did not run richly through the lanky, lean youth, and it limited his comprehension. He was an observer, but targets were difficult for him if they owned wolfen appearances. Then, slowly, yet so quickly, violence was about to break lose from the large optime’s conscience. The boy’s emptied eyes watched feet give him speed, and how the oversized hammer found life in the man’s hands.

Blonde ears slammed against dark, golden locks as the young fiend’s reflexes spurred hectic life into his muscles. It was not the first time the young Prince had been met with violence. The enemy’s suspicion was likely correct, though it would be hard for Itachi to guess how he had managed to obtain such opinions from so little. But there was no need for talk now, and the dark furred man did not wish for answers, for his actions spoke for him now, boldly. Sunset eyes shifted to focus on the dangerous tool coming for him.

The blonde’s feet swiftly shifted under him, and the his back ached backwards, tugging the Salsolan’s upper body further away from the crushing weapon, though for a moment jeopardized his fine balance. Blood roared within sensitive ears, and he found it strange how the adrenaline surge made him deaf to everything but the sped up pulse of his heart. He could feel the suction of air brushing against his face as the hammer passed without the rewarding taste of its target. Itachi knew that life most likely would be over if the giant managed to get in a hit.

Already, the short hunting knife’s blade was clutched in his palm, but he could see his odds with ease. Two perfect rows of white teeth glinted behind dark lips in an instinctual response to the threat before him, though he, as his grandfather, moved with silence in his throat. Evasion was key until the path of his own move was clear.

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