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Itachi Lykoi · 01-03-2012, 08:22 PM

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When he first had met her, a mere girl then, she hadn’t understood. Now faced with the older version, he could see clearly that the hues of her blue eyes hadn’t changed. He didn’t judge her for not trusting him, for really, he wasn’t to be trusted. A potential enemy, for he was Salsolan. Itachi’s King would have grinned his crocodile grin, had his previously adored subject returned with a new slave dressed in such complimentary colours. Sirius had grown bored of his Protégé, and demotion had followed because the blonde had failed to hold on to his alpha’s strange affection. If he tried, he was certain the way back into his master’s embrace would be a short one. But he didn’t wish to see strings tied to his limbs. He followed only because it was his desire to do so, and his desire to keep the silvery China safe in his gilded cage had been received poorly.

He thought it was a shame to see her this nervous, but perhaps she didn’t realize that his intentions were not to harm her. Not tonight anyway. Soft ears lifted as she decided to argue with his answer, speaking in a way that made him wonder if she herself made an attempt to teach him where it was he belonged. Was it not common for the owner of a house to take a stroll round the street without facing this? But it had been the blonde man that had made the mistake to seek her out, and so he owed her to tolerate the way she spoke to him, even if he didn’t approve of her tone nor the words she chose to relay.

Pupils shrank into their fiery irises as he transferred his gaze to her wooden weapon; watched her light fingers coil around it with quiet need. He didn’t know of any toll, he just knew that people happened to disappear. Although he did not include himself in the Salsolan community, it didn’t mean that he was blind to the things that went on in the pack. He had once been sent to acquire slaves that had been born into their belittled status or taken a long time ago. They had accepted their place. One had tried to break free of his chains, but a furious command from Sirius’ then-Protégé had sent Pandemic out to take that life. The second had been crippled for life, and never again had that man forgotten his place. And never again would his eyes rise to look upon Itachi’s merciless stare.

But now, there were new faces amongst the broken faces of those who had nothing, and they had not been brought to the pack from afar. They had been found here. The girl seemed to wrongly believe that the threat from the pack ended where their territory did, but she was mistaken. He couldn’t fault her for travelling, but he did internally frown at her inability to make herself unseen. But why was it that he seemed to care about her. As he searched, he found no positive emotion connected to little Eclipse, but something must have brought him here. There was always the option to turn around and walk away. She’d be left dumbfounded, but it wasn’t in his nature to care what others thought of him. If he had, he’d been a burdened soul, and weight had no place on these shoulders.

A light shake of his golden head was awarded her, face immovable despite her crude words. ”This may not be Salsolan ground, but you are in danger here,” the yellow man explained, voice carrying his warning without empathy or guilt. He believed in nature’s ways; the strong would devour the weak. The souls that fell into their role and accepted their fates were weak, and deserved to be dominated. But it didn’t mean he had to stand by idly and watch the trap move in on the unsuspecting prey. His half-sibling still had her freedom, and he wished to warn her that it should not be taken for granted. Not here; not with a fire by her side to show the way so the wicked didn’t have to search.

But again, Itachi could not know how far rumours had spread and what they consisted of. Perhaps it would be fortunate for her to be unaware of the cruelty that existed within his home, but he thought it was best to be aware of the lurking danger. At least she would know the consequences and what would happen if she was to be hunted down like some prey and lose her value as an intelligible being. In Salsola, she’d turn into a simple tool for others to do as they pleased. She wouldn’t know happiness there, not as a person with no worth or purpose other than to serve the pack and its members.

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