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The girl was armed, but she was at a deep advantage, though it seemed she wasn’t aware of this. Had he moved with stealth, he doubted she would have kept the bow for long. The young woman was half blinded by the dancing fire against black. Had he moved through darkness without the intention to reveal his cloaked form until he was up close, it would have been a simple thing to make a circle around the fire and avoid stepping too close to the light. She wasn’t able to see in the darkness as he did, not for the moment.
Small pupils wandered down the long handle of her drawn weapon, but it wasn’t raised with the intention to do damage—not yet, anyway. It was wrong of him to judge her defence based on the preciously little he knew about the girl. Size didn’t matter, and though age was a significant factor, it wasn’t final. Itachi was likely a fighter above the average for his age, because his warrior mother had put him through hard training sessions despite being a runt. The boy had become a man, and his physical weakness had been cast aside. He had worked himself hard to become something different from the boy Halo had thought him to be. But it had never been for her. All he had ever done had been for himself.
Blonde ears, paled by the equally pale season, swivelled to form a mock crown on the top of blonde locks a few shades darker. Her words were not averagely used to greet a stranger and invite him to the fire, but the exiled Prince knew better than to conjure expectations. For a prolonged moment, he said nothing. It was right of her to keep up her guard, for Itachi was neither friend nor foe. Slowly, the man let his knees buckle slightly and drop him into a crouch, deep red eyes peering at her through the licking fire. It could be a difficult question to answer, in truth. Why was he here and not within the secure depths surrounded by the characteristic thorns that the pack was slowly becoming famous for. It was where he should be, so why wasn’t he.
”This is the wrong question to ask,” he informed her, risking to have her shut down from him completely. But it shouldn’t be she to question his appearance here. But he didn’t have to treat her without kindness, and could let her in on what he, perhaps wrongly, believed was more or less obvious. ”I live here,” he continued, through thin, slightly parted lips. Not exactly here, but ”To the west,” where people disappeared, perhaps never to be seen again. But the Lykoi wasn’t much aware of the full spectrum of rumours that had spread to the nearby packs, and he wasn’t too interested. It meant little to him, for he didn’t have anything to fear from Salsola, and the supposed relationship with Inferni made the northern lands quite safe to him. This couldn’t be said for her. To some, she would be considered free labour.
”What are you doing here?” he asked, lifting his pale chin, not redirecting his stare from her blue eyed form.
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