but I'm sure she was in hell

Itachi Lykoi · 01-18-2012, 11:40 PM

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Although wary and with a sense of haste he had not possessed previously, the man walked through the hollow shell of a world that had started to fade many years ago. But as he stepped out into the wintery daylight, he had not become a richer man, and no treasures had been discovered. The Lykoi did not doubt that there were valuables left for those who knew where to look. But he couldn’t put himself in the mind-set of a human, and it was difficult for an outsider such as he to recognize hints and evidence of where treasured items might have been hidden a long time ago when this city still lived and breathed with its inhabitants.

But now the streets were quiet and breathless, but it didn’t remove the crowded feeling. Nostrils flared, involuntarily, at the thickened scent of that same female. Perhaps she had danced across the streets meanwhile the darkened shell of the human home had swallowed him whole. But now, sunset eyes narrowed, slowly, as the muscles around the glorious hues tightened. Although he was a rare natural at keeping a serene and empty appearance, the change was one of suspicion. Surely this had to be some kind of game. A prey would turn and run away, and the hunter would sneak and lunge for the throat. She was neither, and therefore someone he was willing to disapprove of without further knowledge. He found it distasteful, what she had done.

Eyes had to be on him, he assumed, though he did not swivel around with the attempt to find the one that did not wish to be found. But why? What did she wish to accomplish by aggravating a mere passing stranger? ”What is the purpose of this?” the man asked, his voice loud and clear on top of the silence, even if it was not a shout. Sensitive audits would no doubt pick up on his words if they so desired—if she remained close to his position.

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