Oh, it felt like heaven

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 08:33 AM

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Hesitantly, the wary form of something that should be prey approached his lonesomeness. As the loner felines wandering the vast and harsh areas of mountains, so desired he to hold on to his blessed solitude. He had not created for his species’ purpose; to roam with a full pack, giving his life to a greater purpose in the form of a group’s well-being. Salsola was his shield, though he would naturally not hesitate to draw forth the sword of dawn if the need was to rise. The moment had yet to arrive, and so perhaps his loyalty had yet to be put to the test, truly. But Itachi liked to think that he knew himself, to some degree at least, and knew that as long as he knew safety here, he would rise meet the greater cause, was it required. But his existence was a quiet one, presently, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to know change yet. He faced change of a much softer nature, and it was unknown if he would be able to cherish and appreciate it.

But as the sky-eyed dove with her silvery shine drew to his form like the hesitant moth to the flame, the thought of exterminating his light was non-existent. With her presence approached mystery and the unknown, and whenever she came to him, he couldn’t bear the thought of sending her off and away to a certain death. Her presence was not appreciated in these lands, but he had been unwilling to banish her once he had carried her living skeleton beyond the pack’s threshold. Rank was relative, and he could care more about his King’s feelings.

Sunset orbs turned from the rays of colours to peer at a much more spectacular phenomenon, and China’s eyes glanced back; adorned hues of blue peering through dark, feminine lashes that had melted the younger him without even trying. But their roles had changed much since their first meeting. She had seemed the strong one—had so easily guided him into this strange act that she had named sin. In his experience, good things could not be branded sin. But perhaps he lacked proper understanding of the word, as well as the act they so carelessly had committed when they had been mere children. They were not memories he wished gone from his mind. She had corrupted him in a way, indeed, but the taste had been, and forever would be, so sweet.

Perhaps, if he had taken the time to linger on past memories, he would have ached for the singing voice carrying incoherent, foolish sentences. Alas, he did not. This was not the China Lykoi the boy knew, but it was her soul he hungered for, not the words she spoke or even the body she inhabited. Her silence was beautiful as well, and it filled his without strain. Co-existence was not a complicated thing, between these two lovers, if they could even be called by such a romantic name anymore. It didn’t matter. There was no burning desire in the grown man to take what he knew he knew her body could give him, even through force. It wasn’t what he most desired from this petite being. It pleased him enough to see that such a pure creature could bear settling to close to his sinful frame without crumbling to ashes, only to be carried away on the wind.

Perhaps the unique shades of his eyes detected the slight tremble as she settled beside him, but as so often, his face did not reflect thought and reaction to what he absorbed from his environment. His face turned to her form though, along with his gaze. There was no need for foolish sunsets when there was astonished beauty to be seen elsewhere.

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