sorta pp China being home, let me know if it aint ok.
The Lykoi’s blonde, narrow muzzle lifted in silent response to a most uncharacteristic call from his superior; the man whose fist had struck his face and offered China permanent safety within the thorny Kingdom. He would be grateful for what had been done, and Sirius’ voice announced an unacceptable thing. He rose: hybrid audits of spun gold vertical on top of his dark blonde head, forming a mock crown. Calmly, he rose from his seat and retrieved his weapon from the corner of the still not entirely homely cabin he and the silvery girl were renovating. China’s ears had heard the calls of distress as well, but these weren’t fights she could join. ”Stay here,” he breathed, turning away from beautiful blue before he exited their home.
There would be more than two hotspots, as Salvia’s rallying cry had sounded more distant. His King was somewhere nearby, and that enemy would be the closest to the songbird that he couldn’t lose. Before he exited the yard that would bear flowers come summer, he paced to the bird cages and opened them to the sound of the flapping of ebony wings. If not more, they could at least offer control of enemy locations. The bird that China had name sought to settle on its usual spot on his shoulder, but he waved it away, for this wasn’t going to be the usual walk along well used paths.
The black fabric of his cloak flapped about his ankles as he picked up the pace, the katana following as a natural extension attached to his arm. He knew the calm before the storm, but did not fear approaching disaster. It wasn’t the first time violent creatures had found Salsola, but Itachi had not been within the lands at the time of the attack in the past. The chance to taste blood was not to be frowned at.
Three horses and their riders, flying knives and violent fangs. Sunset eyes naturally fixated on the riding woman with the least attention from Sirius and the doggish man he had yet to interact with. The Lykoi’s pace sped up as he darted towards the horse, adopting a similar approach as the other optime, focusing on the mount rather than the rider during first round. As he neared enough to risk falling under the charging horse, he dodged to the side at the last moment and slashed at the mount’s foreleg with the intention to maim. He desired to see the horse fall and throw its rider.
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