Itzal wasn't sure what was going on in the girl's head but he could sense her hatred for him. It went a long with the fear she had felt before. He acted as if he was unaware of her loathing him, giving her a smile. He felt like he was on the hunt. She was the prey and he was the hunter. It would be so easy. So very very easy. You know you want too. She is nothing to you. Who cares about pack and family, none of that matters when you have the chance to kill. Lead her to death's embrace. Or better yet, let medo it. You just have to sit back and watch. Eztli said, his words sweet in Itzal's ear. Itzal smiled at the thought, a cold, predatory smile. His eyes were probably a light yellow in the darker cave. They always seemed to be lighter when Eztli was close to the surface. Or maybe that was just something Itzal's mind came up with.
He didn't do what he wanted to do oh so badly. He wanted to leap across and rip out the girl's throat. But he didn't, he stayed sitting where he was, watching her like a cat watches a mouse. A very cautious mouse. When she finally spoke he didn't really understand her. Something about her knowing he wanted to kill her. Was it really that obvious? He wondered, taking a deep breath to calm himself. When he looked back towards her he noticed the expression on her face. It had changed.
There was something different about the female now. Like she wasn't truly here. When she spoke, it was in third person. When she moved Itzal's eyes followed her. She talked as if someone was in her head. Just like there was someone in Itzal's head. Itzal realized, with a cruel smirk, that the girl had a voice in her head. At least, so far it seemed like a voice. Itzal didn't know if it could take over her body like Eztli did his. And Eztli was close, him and Itzal were almost in sync when the girl called them pathetic. Itzal growled, low and menacing. "You think you know us. You're wrong. We try not to hurt pack. Doesn't mean we never do." Itzal said, showing his teeth with a growl. He hadn't realized he had slipped into plural again, "There is a part of us that doesn't care about family. Itzal ran his claws on the ground and smiled. "Be careful not to make us lose control." He said, waiting for the crazy girl's reply.
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