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Strange and blackened lines followed the form of honey drop eyes, finished with two far lines reaching out under the man’s ears, almost like unnaturally long lashes. Itachi was accustomed to the use of tattoos, but found the lines strange and foreign regardless. Fashion happened to include strange appearances from time to time, though he was not in the loop of what was attractive in the community. Rightly, a branded star of black or sharp crimson ought to be attached to his flesh, but a youthful version of him with dreamy eyes had made a fatal error, and he had paid for his crooked ways. The man had gained some sense after that, though he thought that perhaps it would have been for the best to let Kaena’s long life hit the end. But it hadn’t been his decision to make, and that was what he regretted.
For an attached soul, it would have been crushing to face banishment, but Itachi’s calm was difficult to unsettle. His path had remained without impossible complications, but few, if any, knew the reason why the Lykoi apparently had chosen against living with the rest of his blood in Inferni. Blood ties meant nothing in the end of the day. Once the door had been shut, they had intended for him to die in the cold, merciless, just as he had been. Itachi didn’t burn to do anything, and any kind of bitterness, or even revenge, had scarcely touched the impenetrable tranquillity of the mind.
Partly guided by instinct, the blonde man looked for the signs of respect shown by the submissive half. He didn’t find what he sought, but he was granted an answer to partly delay his creeping judgment. The thick accent and the way the words were carried caused golden ears to push forward, as a better reception of the clearly carried voice would be clearer. Odessa was a name he might remember, but he didn’t know the woman personally. In fact, Itachi hardly interacted with the members of his pack, and the woman the stranger sought was faceless to the red eyed blonde. The name was as foreign as the rest of this character, though the wolfish hybrid stored the name along with the face. It was impossible to know where their paths would go from here.
”Does she know you are here?” The dog had seemed to be waiting, so it was possible the other Salsolan had made an arrangement to meet. It seemed thoughtless though, for this was a dangerous place to be without a guardian that belonged to this place.
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