Deliver what you sold

Itachi Lykoi · 04-28-2012, 05:03 PM

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Although she could be considered a little Princess, her mother’s position taken into consideration, the Lykoi had no plans of entertaining her. However, he wouldn’t reject her mere presence. Some of the D’Angelo children seemed to take after their father in the sense that they did not spew noisy company about themselves. A slight bob of his slender muzzle acknowledged that he would send her away if he found her presence too invasive.

He didn’t see the small smile she wore as she looked at the remaining of his black winged subordinates. Moments after, she gave him her name, which was already known to him, of course. ”Erisdaughter,” he greeted; flatly, though not disapprovingly. His thoughts swiftly visited the air of the last time he and Eris had been under four eyes, and he had the backbone to wonder if this girl truly did belong to Larkspur. Her scent didn’t hide any unpleasant truth. The moment of suspicion was quickly cast aside. There was no interest in the lives of others.

”I’m Itachi,” he offered, thinking perhaps that she needed to be reminded of his since she had judged it necessary to wave her own name. Her question was one he had busied himself with as well, though he had long since found a concrete answer to hang on to. ”They will,” he assured her, bloody fingers taking up their task of slicing up the raw meat. ”In the future,” he then added, for the birds weren’t under his absolute control at this time. ”They shall scout, and they shall hunt.” It was an unpolished idea, but very possible once he and the birds learned to understand each other.

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