Dirty Dieties

Itachi Lykoi · 10-06-2012, 09:53 AM

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The other’s senses seemed dull or delayed, for his visual appearance did not seem to acknowledge the blond Salsolan’s presence until the end. And with that, he looked up and spoke three lonely words; the opening of a sentence that was cut off as his eyes lifted to the approaching man. Itachi remained quiet and kept his ground at this time, abstaining from giving off any bold impression. Sunset eyes easily rested on the face of the other, and he wondered if this was another of his many relatives. The stranger’s appearance didn’t ring too many bells though, for few shared Itachi’s gilded coat and light colours. His unique shades were a gift given by the man that had raped his mother.

Itachi did not know what had caused the man’s mouth to freeze and drop, but he was an individual gifted with patience and stillness. If you. What, the Salsolan wondered, milk curiosity slowly rising at this unusual behaviour he was witnessing. Whatever the standing man saw, no visual reaction was offered in return to indicate the nature of his thoughts. The stranger switched his position, though it was quite possible it was too late to fully disguise. How odd.

Gold-spun ears swivelled as a full sentence was spoken out loud, and it was indeed a bizarre thing to say, even by Itachi’s standards. ”Why would you want to do that?” The Lykoi had difficulties making sense of such a thought – such an idea. Horses were herbivores, and it wasn’t a simple thing to turn such a creature into the opposite. Even without elaborating thoughts, he shot down such an idea. However, his voice was not littered with ridicule or the decline of such a strange idea. In fact, his voice was polite and seasoned with mild curiosity.

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