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Itachi Lykoi · 01-04-2012, 01:23 PM

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He knew he was considered strange for his muted way of existence. The Prince knew that madness flowed through the branches of his family, and this apple hadn’t fallen very far from its parenting trees. His, as every individual’s dark touch of madness, was his own, and unique in its invisible manifestation. Itachi, much unlike his parents, was aware of the nature of the darkness that ran along with hot currents of blood through his warm blooded frame. It brought him an indifferent view of the world, though he had learned that there were exceptions to these rules. Regardless, he viewed everything in a light stripped of distracting colours. And others knew that there was something missing beyond the emptiness of his sunset eyes.

It was a magnificent change as fluent, strong speech was spewed out by Imhotep’s dark and foreign lips. Why oh why was this man so far away from the sandy corners of his homelands? Coincidence would have it that the name of the dog’s home wasn’t entirely outlandish to him. His mother’s half siblings had come from the distant east, across the far, vast sea of deep salt and unpredictable birth of untamed storms. Thoughts of exploring distant lands had brushed his mind more times than few, but the natural life span of the average canine was rich—though perhaps not compared to humans’—and there was time to explore once the desire to abandon these lands were strong enough to give into.

The unofficial pet he kept in his home was too brittle and delicate to survive lengthy journeys of such a nature, and it kept him prisoned here, though he was a willing prisoner, cuffed by power-blue eyes and blushing smiles. Something had been stolen from her, and he wanted to take it back for her. His cousin and once-lover was likely to always have been frail, though he didn’t know what had happened to destroy her so horribly, or who. Her voice had been taken from her and might render her silent forever. She couldn’t tell him what had happened in his absence, and though he wasn’t responsible for unfortunate, forced incidents in her life, he did wish that he could have been there to prevent these foul things to feast on her pure spirit.

But yes, his uncles and aunt had come from another corner of the world, farther away than he could imagine, he knew. He didn’t know if they still lived within the clan lands or if they had been smitten with the mind-altering state of homesickness and given into it? He himself had never suffered much once he had threaded out of the first home he had known. Home was what one put into the meaning, and that was an empty word to him. He knew the significance others put into the term, but he wasn’t anchored to one place. But perhaps, just one person, had become the home of something surely stolen from him.

Sharp teeth parted behind his shut lips, loosening the slight tension from his jawline. Land of sand and sun, a place where a hybrid with as splendid coat as he would certainly burn up in such an environment. Narrow chin laced with soft, blonde fur lifted a little. ”Why?” It wasn’t his place to interrogate this immigrant in the manner he did, but his voice did not cruelly demand to have the answer extracted from the other. It was genuine curiosity, and members of this pack no doubt asked similar questions by those who passed so close. The pack was paranoid beyond Inferni and Anathema, and it sharpened tongues and wits to see an outsider. What might he be hiding, this Imhotep from the land of soft dunes beneath a hotter sun.

Broken elaboration was offered on their style of life, but unfortunately for the blonde, his knowledge about his mother’s siblings’ lands was superficial. Pharaoh was a different word of king, and the use of slaves was not forbidden there. As far as the Lykoi Confidant was aware, it was only Salsola that practised slavery. In a way, it was strange that the rest of the wolfen groups had yet to turn on the modest group of arrogant individuals. People had started to disappear around these lands, and it should only be a matter of time before eyes of moral men and women would open to the horrors that existed behind the carefully guarded lines that started this pack’s claim.

The line between the possibilities of forced or willing membership within the pack’s ranks was a curious, though so delicate one. Had Imhotep been found by another, he might be in chains already. Instead he had been found by the golden Itachi, the one lacking the aggression it took to instantaneously hunt the stranger in the chance he might be able to soothe his displeased master. Itachi had captured stray canines in the past, both wolves and coyotes, but it wasn’t something he desired to do without good cause.

Black pin points amidst scarlet and purple shrank visibly as the man moved, though only to pull off a layer of clothing. It took a moment before he was taught the reason for this. Pupils followed the pointing fingers as the man wished to teach him about the meaning behind more tattoos that had been hidden behind the fabric he had worn. In all honesty, Itachi didn’t burn to understand these strange markings. Every wolf with branded flesh, be it intentional scarring or ink forced into the flesh itself, had a story about the significance behind their choice of placing permanent shapes into their skin.

It didn’t make the Salsolan deaf to Imhotep’s words though. There were many sounds he was unable to understand as they reached his wolfish ears. Ra sun horus, incomprehensible. Itachi wasn’t aware of what the short furred dog was trying to convey either. ”Were you the Pharaoh of your homeland?” the blonde decided to ask, searching for the man’s previous rank in his native society. The man doubted that he was, but the question was worth asking. The dog seemed eager to make himself understood and give information on the lands he originated from. Itachi could willingly absorb some more information without turning to boredom. Sayings insisted that knowledge was power, and though he didn’t agree, it could prove useful. If not, then what harm was there in a few more lines of useless information he would never find use of?

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