Itzal forced his leg between hers to try and help himself get better control of her. But that just seemed to make the female freak out even more. Itzal wasn't sure what her deal was but he held onto her. He could tell she thought he was going to do something bad to her but he wouldn't. She was a fellow packmate and Itzal wouldn't hurt his pack. Unless he had too. Eztli on the other hand, would kill anyone. Anyone at all. So this female was lucky it was Itzal she was dealing with and not his alter ego. Itzal could be civil. Eztli could take days to torture you before he finally killed you. They were the same and yet so very different at the same time.
Itzal sighed as she pushed against his chest with her palms. But Itzal was stronger than this female, even with his injured leg. So her palms did nothing to help her get away from him. Itzal felt bad when she started sobbing but he still forced himself to hold her until she was done with her freak out. Itzal was confused when she started shouting words in another language. He didn't know what to say or do in response, thinking that this was the only language the girl possibly knew. If so, then he was screwed, cause all he could speak was English.
Itzal was trying to think of what to do if this girl didn't speak English when she started to actually talk English. Itzal took this as a good sign, since at least now she was forming words he could understand. When he heard what she was saying he loosened his grip on her arms, realizing she was scared he was going to hurt her. Maybe even something worse. But Itzal wasn't the kind of person who would do that, no matter how evil he was. He had no need too, he could get it if he wanted through charms.
When he loosened his grip she was able to jerk her arms out of his hands and she slid down the wall. Itzal took a step back and sighed, stepping back to the opposite wall and sliding down it as well. He glanced at her when he heard the question in her voice. He took in her single eye, the other gone and in its place was a nasty looking scar. Itzal shook his head and sighed, "No hurt. If I had wanted to hurt you, you would be hurt already. And chances are you would be dead already." He said in a matter of fact voice. He looked at her, trying to judge if she was done freaking out or not. It seemed like the worst of it was over. So he could relax a little. "I'm Itzal." He said, grinning at the female and laying his head back against the stone wall to look up at the ceiling. It was a dark color that made Itzal think of his fur. And his soul.
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