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Itzal · 08-24-2012, 10:15 PM

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p> Itzal walked through the tunnels under Anathema. He had just come back home yesterday and so much had changed it seemed. But the changes had been recently, so he wasn't the only one reeling from the leaders departure. But Itzal believe that Aeron had it in her to be a good leader, possible better than even Naniko or Alaki. But only time would tell. Itzal would be willing to help out any way he could. He would happily lend her his skills as an assassin, something he was going into a business for. Itzal found that he rather liked the idea of being paid in whatever way he decided to kill someone. It seemed like the perfect job for him and Eztli. Hell, Eztli would even enjoy the killing a lot. Finally Itzal had found a use for his other personality. And a use that could get him noticed at that.

Itzal had just moved into a den in the underground tunnels. The tunnels always smelled of random members of the pack all mixed up together. And if Itzal took the time he could sort them out and pick out the ones he recognized. He immediately recognized Axelle's scent under all of the others but she was a special case. Most people's scents Itzal wasn't quite as familiar with. He sighed, walking around the underground tunnel's hallways, his thumbs hooked in his battered jeans pockets. He shook his head with a sigh, tremendously bored. He hadn't seen Axelle much since he their last meeting. And he still had the stupid limp from where she had shot him before she realized it was him. His leg was bandaged, and the bandgaes needed to be changed, but he didn't know how to do it himself. They had fresh and old blood on them and his leg hurt like all hell. So Itzal was forced to limp down the hallway trying to find something to entertain him.

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