Lol, how did it go from 3 to 11?
Itzal didn't need to move a muscle to hurt the scarred girl. He had over 4 throwing knives with him in his pouch. Which was three more than he would kneed to put a knife between the girls rib cage or right through her throat. Or, if he was feeling particularly cruel, her last eye. So the fact that his leg was wounded wasn't what was keeping him from the girl, it was the fact that he didn't feel the need to hurt her right now. She was pack which meant she was family. Itzal wouldn't hurt his family unless they forced him too.
Itzal laughed some when the female lifted her lips at him. He just grinned at her in his cocky way. He was still grinning when he saw the effect his words had on her. He saw the fear in her eye and he liked it. Itzal was a predator, just like most, if not all, wolves were. And Itzal saw everything as his prey, even other wolves. He liked the fear she showed and so did Eztli. When he saw her fear he began to whisper in Itzal's own mind. Eztli wanted this one. Let me have her. I can make her beg for death. It would be so easy, imagine seeing the pain in her eye. The fear as she knows that death is so close. You want it too, it calls to you. Eztli said, his voice cruel and sweet at the same time. If Itzal wasn't use to having the monster he shared his body with talk to him, he would have broken. But Itzal's control was good right now. Even with Eztli growing more restless everyday since Axelle had survived him, Itzal could still control him. Eztli hadn't been talking much lately. He knew just as well as Itzal that they couldn't go out hunting stronger prey, the kind Eztli would enjoy killing, until it had healed. But Eztli was willing to settle for her.
Itzal just smiled at the girl, who had no idea of the inner battle going on in Itzal's head. One that could very well decide if she lived or died. And her survival all depended on Itzal's control. Itzal smiled at her as she introduced herself. He wondered about her weird form of speech but then recalled how she had spoken another language earlier. It was very possible English wasn't her first tongue. "Medusa? That's an interesting name." He said, cocking his head to the side as he wondered where she came from.
He smiled at her, and leaned his head back against the wall again. He listened to her talk in her weird way. She was going to tell on him and the way she said it reminded him of a little pup. He had to hold back a laugh. Instead of laughing he looked at her, opening one eye to look her in hers. "Tell on me for what? I haven't done anything to you yet. And we won't hurt you." Itzal said, slipping into plural in the last sentence without even realizing it. He did that sometimes, when Eztli was close to the surface. Sometimes, like now, he never even noticed. He was use to having two people in his head. "And who is Ksenija?" He asked, not recognizing the name. This female was proving to be very strange. But then again, this was Anathema, strange people were the normal here. And normal was strange. So maybe, by that logic, this female was turning out to be very normal. Itzal closed his eyes and thought about that, trying not to confuse himself in the process.
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