She had a lot of love to give

Itachi Lykoi · 01-01-2011, 06:16 AM

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Lush gold danced in the horizon now, and the young hybrid’s gaze was as captivated as ever as he watched colours battle and change into lovely, impossible hues while the rest of the world couldn’t. The light of day would soon go to sleep, but the Lykoi male’s day had barely begun, in truth. Itachi’s flawed sleeping pattern was adjusted to his likings, and he believed he belonged to the night. When the day stood on top of the sky dressed in beautiful blue instead of the velvet shade, the youth was usually found within one of the caves, slumbering peacefully for a few precious hours. Truth be told, he only got a few hours here and there, scattered and unorganized. It worked however, and that was what counted. The young male had, as usual, travelled away from the depths of the caves until he had nothing but the blushing sky above him. The rest of Anathema could stay within the mountains for what he cared, but Itachi refused to fall in with the rest. It was not to display disobedience in any way—no, Itachi wouldn’t do anything to displease the palling D’Angelo with the captivating eyes—but living under the surface was not enough for him. He was a wild animal after all, and he needed the stars’ gentle caress upon his back as he travelled through the nights that served him as his days, more or less.

His insides twisted and churned somewhat, and the uncomfortable stirring within his innards reminded him of his defeat, though there was little he could do about it at time being. Itachi was young and without a whole lot of practise at hunting prey to meet the requirements his growing body had. He had been served a golden opportunity earlier today, sneaking up on a hare. The small animal had been skinny and unhealthy, but he had only recognized it as tasty meat. This had not majorly improved the young boy’s chances, and he had failed at pouncing on it before he was discovered. He had been slow and too careful, and it had resulted badly. The scrawny thing had hopped away on quick feet and after a moment or two of pursuit, Itachi had accepted that there was no way he would be able to take down the lithe creature. Disappointment still roared within the proud little hybrid of Anathema, but there was not any rage. He easily accepted his flaws, but it was not without a bittersweet taste on his tongue he did so. It still lingered heavy in his mouth, and he ached to replace it with blood and juicy meat. Unfortunately there wasn’t any he could wash it down with, and his stomach growled with dissatisfaction. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, but as long as he couldn’t do anything to make it better, he just had to accept it. There was nothing else to do about it.

It was possible, of course, to go and perhaps try to beg for something from the many adults that were a part of his pack, but he was reluctant to do so straight away. Itachi could be considered an orphan, and no one had risen to properly tuck him under their wings. Could they see the contamination within him as well? He was too young to be a brilliant actor; too young to be able to manipulate the world around him to perceive him differently. He remained a very strange child, but at least they were unaware of his secret—that dirty little secret that marked him as a murdered. He was capable of so much, but he did not know if the mental abilities he possessed—or lacked—could be perceived as favourable here. Naniko was a constant in his world, but he did not wish to lean on her. He sought independency, but it was hard at such a young age. The fact that he was here proved just that, for it had only taken him a day as an outcast to search for the woman and find that her dreams had materialized into this pack. She had welcomed him, and he had been relieved to know that he had somewhere he could belong again. Whether or not this could become the home he approved of remained to be seen, but he knew that was something he had to deal with. It was he that decided what was worthwhile and valuable in his life, and though it was not yet, he believed that Anathema would eventually matter to him.

Rocks, coated by fine layers of untouched snow cracked gently under his pale paws as the young Lykoi continued to investigate the surface of his home. He was tired of wandering through the dark tunnels, for they looked more or less the same. Dark without the option to turn and look up to the sky. In the caves there was only dark rock above his head, and while this was not claustrophobia, he knew with certainty that he would never learn to like it. The feeling of being trapped, stone coldly glaring at him from every side. It just wasn’t natural. A dying twig of a baby tree was wrenched free by the hybrid’s young jaws, and he shook his blonde head as jaws remained clenched against the crispy wood. The male titled his head and let the twig’s end sink into the snowy ground and drew a line. It served as temporary entertainment for now, at least, and helped him move his focus elsewhere than his grumpy belly. The drawings he carved into the pale white, frozen water held no forms or purpose, but it ate his attention anyway. Itachi was bored. Perhaps things would be more bearable when the sun fully sunk away and let the darkness reclaim his surroundings. The lack of light always seemed to soothe the young boy somewhat, and he could imagine different scenes in the dark instead of this rocky, unfruitful territory.

Nyx de Jinx · 01-02-2011, 12:41 AM

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Ooc: your writeso much! I'm going to try and keep up!

Nyx pressed though the snow covered rocks as the night began to take hold on the sky. The golden sunset was a beautiful sight as darkness began to take hold. Soon the moon would show it's face with the stars to dance around it. She for one, enjoyed the night and what it had to offer. Not only for the quiet of the earth but to be almost unseen. Dark fur blended with the background of those which had not been entirely covered in snow and the night itself. Although her did have a dark pelt, she carried highlights of red and gold around her ears, paws and tail, this still was hardly seen in the night. She found it almost as a way to become invisible in the night. She was traveling out of the caves, for she had spent most of the afternoon there preparing her own cave area in which to live in and start her craft of making jewelry. A skill that she had learned from her mother before she was killed. It was coming along nicely but she still needed more time and supplies before she could really get down to business and call the caves her home as a member of the Anathema. Still, she loved the fresh air and exploring and the sky. The caves could not truly offer her this and therefore she knew that she need to be able to get out and enjoy nature and the sky. A rock ceiling was not going to do this for her. As she pressed forward she caught the scent of a small creature. She was thankful to be in her lupus form, for hunting she preferred her wolf nature opposed to optime. She felt that she was faster this way and her instinct would lead her better. She scanned the area with her yellow green and and followed the creatures scent nimbly. Her petite from moved steadily down the rocky snowy slop, careful not to slip on the pads of her paws. She spotted the rabbit then in the snow. It appeared to be still, sniffing the snow. Nyx crept slowly now, careful of any sudden moves to scare her prey away. In an instant the darted straight at the rabbit, feet on snow. Her heartbeat thundered though her body as the rabbit ran, paranoid with fear. Nyx was gaining until she sprang, leaping upon it with her jaws outstretched, clamping it hard on the neck. A hard crack was heard as Nyx's mouth filled with dark blood of the rabbit. Lifting her head she stopped to enjoy the savory taste within her mouth.

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Itachi Lykoi · 01-02-2011, 09:12 AM

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Sorry D Big Grin : I blame silly posting contest! sswm: 540

The taste invading his mouth was foul and did little to settle the unpleasant rumble within the depths of his innards. Dry wood cracked under the pressure of wicked young jaws bent on destruction, but twigs did not bleed as living beings did, and he was left with distasteful bits of bark in his mouth. He let go of the dead part of the tree, pushing a salmon tongue around inside his mouth in a little effective way to wash away the unpleasant taste. Face turned to hover above the ground as the young prince spat against the white coated soil. Where saliva hit snow it melted, but this was not enough to keep on to his attention for more than a few mere seconds. Itachi had found that it was easy to find rage when the day was far from glorious, and the constant churning in his belly effectively pushed his mood down close to zero. At least this way he could match the current weather somewhat.

Pale smoke seemed to escape his muzzle as he pushed out a great exhale. He did not know that it was the moisture in his breath morphing into light gas as warmth and cold collided. The young male abandoned the scene and continued to push pale paws against the cool fabric of woven water. There was a soft opposing pressure from a slumbering breeze as he picked up his pace in his quest for nothing, but the caress of oxygen in his face was appreciative more than it was provocative. Yet, nothing would be able to remove the hollow core inhabiting his body. Lungs filled up with biting cold air. Sleep was always an option of one wished to escape the world for a few precious hours. The young prince knew that he was had not worked up enough skill to success at anything as long as the hours stretched long and dark before him. Itachi’s situation was far from dire, though, as night could turn to day and opposite several times before his body would give into exhaustion and malnutrition.

But, Itachi’s stride had led him to a scene that seemed to be given to him by something ethereal. Orbs holding hues of freshly drawn blood scrutinized the small form of the prey before the dark shadow of another wolf. He did not know this feminine form before him, but he knew that meat would soothe his sour insides. His golden form held hesitation for a moment, but his train of thought had returned to something of a former world; a more primitive way of being, where egoism played a magnificent role, even in public. Steaming blood was fresh enough to continue to spill out into the cold mattress of white covering the world. The young prince’s speed was beautiful as he made his way over to the adult with fluid limbs. Lips pulled away to reveal milky white fangs, yet no sound arrived to make his sudden approach and behaviour more a threat than she chose it to be. The young male snapped after the dead animal dangling in the pitch black female’s grasp; eager to tear it from her grasp and escape with the trophy.

Nyx de Jinx · 01-03-2011, 11:38 PM

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White fangs held the lifeless prey as she enjoyed it. Smooth hot blood seeped into her throat as the creature's life faded away making the frigid air lose itself. Dark red dripped on white. Prey was rarer in these winter days making Nyx grateful to have caught to ease her hunger. Between her hunger and the blood that filled in her mouth a primitive form began to take especially due that she was in her lupus form. She was going to enjoy her meal by herself!.... Just then caught a scent of another. She turned her dark petite form to see a golden wolf racing forward towards her with great speed, he was close to her, to close. He was smaller, an older pup perhaps. Deep purple- like eyes looked wild and ravenous; these eyes where locked on what she carried in her jaws. As Nyx narrowed her yellow green eyes as her shadow fur bristled, she locked her jaws and tensed her muscles preparing for what was coming next. More of the creatures blood dripped onto the ground. The golden wolf snapped onto her prize almost tearing it from her entirely. She held on as a cruel growl escaped the depths of her throat. He was a quiet younger than she was, being that she was just a year now. Looking closer, he was in bad shape. His dismantled look with a skinny frame seemed close to sickness. Even his scent implied how he held malnutrition. They both now held on to what was rightfully hers. Suddenly empathy swept over her. Nyx was not a spiteful egotistical wolf, she held pride in her creative side but not in what she owned or held over another. In this case it was the meat in which she was hungry for. But this wolf needed it. Badly. Not wanting to go completely hungry she pulled the prize in her strong jaws so quickly that the body of it ripped, creating two pieces. Through the force she was almost thrown backwards, but she held her ground and her half of the creature. Dropping it at her feet she looked at the young golden male. Her fur was still bristled from the moment before and in a soft growl she said,

"Here!"

This male needed it, she knew this.

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Itachi Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 05:26 AM

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While he had lived with his family in Inferni, he had never gone hungry. His caretaker had cared for him well, and he had never lacked anything other than the simple ability to love her back the same way she loved him. There was gratitude and there was respect, but he found it hard in general to conjure emotions of affection for another being. Kaena had done everything right about his upbringing, but it was in the young canine’s mentality that the flaw lay, and it had formed him into something no doubt wicked since he had so easily gone through the attempt to murder her without heavy waves of emotional regret for a move of such a nature. Hunger was quick to find him these days, but his appearance owned no traits of malnutrition by any standards. His growing body was quick to let him know when it desired provisions, and he did what he could to gulp down a meal whenever he found one; was it on his own or begging from others.

The young prince was terribly out of line as he lunged for the woman’s meaty trophy, but he currently did not regard her rank or the possible consequences his bold move could result in. What he knew was that he desired the flesh of the killed animal greatly, and instinct could overlook certain rules for a moment as long as the soundless voice within the depths of his belly screamed with the need to feed. The woman’s eyes grew round and surprised as he lunged for the pelted item stuck between her jaws, and soon after a growl was registered by keen, wolfy ears dressed with woven gold. He shook his head defiantly, holding on to the lovely body of the small game. It was still warm, and so moist with the heavy, metallic song of blood. The taste was lovely, and now it was his. A small, young growl massaged his throat for only a moment before his own muscles suddenly threw him backwards as the rabbit ripped in half and removed all interference.

He fell partly on his side, though the meat was still in his jaw. Lithe, limbs reeled up beneath his form and brought him up standing again, and he did not dignify the woman with another look before he twisted around, aiming to escape with the part of dead animal that he had managed to take from her. Young jaws crushed down against the meat locked between them, and his chest roared victoriously. He had intended to take it all, but this would do. The prince was a disobedient creature today, and knew that he risked to be whipped and put in place for what he just had done. Everything would be bearable as long as his belly was satisfied. Rich red wine stare sought back to the female’s shadow form though, as his audits revealed to him that there were no trampling paws thundering behind him to give him a dose of his own medicine, served with fangs to remind him of his righteous place in the Anathema pack.

She had let the other half of the meat drop to the ground, allowing innards and blood to spill onto the pale snow, now blushing with pinks as it slowly melted beneath the dead prey. His slender form lost some of its purpose, motivation changing into a more advanced opinion rather than the simple hit and run. The banished prince’s blonde form turned slightly, feeling relative comfortable now as there was a slight distance between himself and the woman’s velvet form. Wolfen ears were pressed flat against his skull, and his posture was that of a canine threatened by another. Head held low and close to his body, he could feel the familiar rumble rise within the depths of his throat a second time, though not with an added volume strong enough for the present adult to hear. Head cocked slightly to the side as he watched her with burgundy eyes tinted with violets. Why was she not chasing him?

He sought for her rage, but found none. A word rolled out of her maw then, and an ear perked to taste her rich voice. Would she allow him the trophy she had brought down on her own? This was not something he had anticipated at all, and therefore suspicion swelled within his flawed being, and a step was taken in the opposite direction of the adult sharing a home beneath Anathema’s lands. Why? Blood begged for his attention and he willingly amended his focus, letting the half creature fall to the ground before he outright attacked it with his stained, vicious jaws of death. With such a pace, one could wonder if the youth ever got time to revel with the taste of the dead as he hurriedly worked to tear off large chunks of meat and guide it down into his wailing stomach. Itachi’s handsome face was quickly stained with the red matter, but he was blind to anything but the feeling of meat entering his begging stomach.

While eating with immerse enthusiasm, the deep crimson gaze of his remained on the other present canines, watching her every move in case she decided to approach him. Golden tail stirred and lashed against his hindquarters, and he would readily defend his meal if he had to at this point, now when its taste was driving his senses wild. Blood blocked his nostrils somewhat, but it was only lovely to indulge himself with the scent and taste of the fallen creature’s blood. Not a moment had been granted to display any form of gratitude as he feasted on his stolen dinner, but with the urgency, his priorities were definite and bolded out. Feed first, talk later. He did not believe that he would apologize for what he had done, but that was what should have been natural to do. There would be a time for him to pay her back for what she had lost, but there would be no excuses from the cheeky youth.

Nyx de Jinx · 01-06-2011, 11:07 PM

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Ooc: Alright! I fixed it and I think it's much better. No power playing.

Nyx watched on as the golden youth devoured her kill with such ruthlessness, a true ravenous canine. He defined that term by his own behavior and action today. Although, in her own generous demeanor, she had in fact given him the other half of the meat. Ripping it in half on purpose was the goal. In his own scent it was obvious that this golden youth was starving. Nyx was one who would share rather then take it all for herself. But in doing this, she thought on the other hand it had deprived him of a lesson. The lesson which all wolves learn in the wild. Nothing is ever just given, one must earn it, or fight for it. If he hadn't been so young and starving, perhaps Nyx would not have shared. It would have probably meant fighting for her rank in the pack as well, which she would have done. As much as Nyx was a kind hearted dark furred hybrid, she was also willing to hold her ground. Even if it did mean violence. But she hated to do so and it would be her last resort. But with this pup, she didn't think of it like that. Nyx felt for the youth ,empathy. Perhaps not so many others would do what she did for him, share her kill.

As for now she continued to cast her narrowed gaze upon him, but as her logic formed with her own feelings she lessened her narrowed eyes. He acted like she was going to stake her claims again in what was hers, the meat. She would not rise to meet the challenge, but if he challenged her for the other half, further punishment would ensue. The aftertaste of the sweet blood was left in her mouth and she remembered her own hunger. The pool of blood formed around her feet, filling her nose with a beautiful metallic smell, enough to make her eyes almost roll. She peeled her gaze off of gold and to her feet, the other half. The innards shown out, encased by muscle, bone and fur. Lowering her maw she began to take it apart in a graceful way. eating the rest of what she was not to save, satisfied her small craving, though she could always use more. Nyx planned on keeping the fur, the bones and part of the gut. She planed on using the materials in her craft and must be wary how she ate this creature. Soon red was on black as she ate the creature. She also respected the creature's life in which she took, it would be used to benefit her and this pup, for that made her content.

Nyx almost had forgotten about the the pup, which stood a bit away from her, deeply focused on the kill.

"Who are you?", Nyx realized that she never even questioned him. For, she had no time to when he came racing to the kill in her maw. She raised her head a bit from her half of the kill to question him, her maw drenched with the blood as well as her whites. Deciding that she would ask him later, she continued on to her meal and started to separated the bones. At that moment she wished that she had been in optime form, for she had left her knife, jewelry and supplies back at the caves.

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Itachi Lykoi · 01-17-2011, 10:43 AM

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Itachi >Thank you Smile 300+

Her jaws dug into meat and retrieved it with elegance beyond his, though the young male was oblivious and uncaring about the way she devoured her meal. His form remained cautious of hers, for she remained a hostile creature for a few more moments in this scene, as he dug his young fangs into something that rightfully belonged to her. Never would he have shown such recklessness in the presence of his Lykoi matriarch, but those days had passed and would forever be gone. He had separated himself from everything; drawn a bright, fresh maroon line of spilled heart that should not ever be crossed. Today, he was someone else; something closer of what he thought he wanted to be, in the future.

Words brought a different hue to his wary gaze, but several seconds had dared to pass before he even considered dignifying the adult with a response. Blonde ears pointed forwards, slowly, and with little edible remaining on his part of the torn apart creature, he found that it would not require sacrifice to allow his own voice to rise, finally. Who was he? An outcast with a flawed core, burning bright amidst a sea of black. Lips fell and disguised blood stained fangs as he amended his hostile profile, though gaze would remain vary in her presence. Tongue leaped out in pursuit of the sticky liquid adorning his muzzle. ”Itachi,” he breathed, head low and close to his growing form.

This was a wolf of his alliance, so he supposed he would have to do better at communicating with her. ”Lykoi.” He was no longer counted as one, but his blood could not be altered and rid of the royal blue. It was a name he would remain proud to bear, as it would always be part of his identity.

Nyx de Jinx · 01-20-2011, 03:38 PM

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Nyx kept to her work of separating the bones from flesh as she continued. Deep red ran down her maw and claws as she shifted through the remainders of the creature. Eating around the fur, she made sure to keep that part, for she could perhaps make it's skin into something. Once living as a loner, she was always resourceful and gathered things along the path that might be useful to her craft. Wither it be making jewelry, gris griss or an ornament of some sort. The possibilities where endless.

Glancing up her yellow green eyes meet his hostile form, the blood around him and bits of flesh. To her he still looked defensive, he didn't trust her. Why should he? A moment ago she could have taught him a lesson and taken all her kill. Yet, she had not. Wanting to loosen some of the tension between them, she had asked who he was. Dark fur lay flatter and her heartbeat steadied she heard him speak, still absorbed in the meat. Itachi Lykoi? She had heard of the Lykoi bloodline that was for sure, they where everywhere. She addressed him with a small nod as she finished cleaning off her kill. It was arranged, bones in one small pile, the skin and part of the gut. Pink tongue cleaned her lips, dark fur and paws. She then sat down slowly wand wrapped her tail around her front paws with the remainders of the kill aside. It was general formality that she give him her name as well, especially to attempt to loosen the tensity that held onto the air around them. After all they where pack. "I am Nyx de Jinx,"

Itachi Lykoi · 02-02-2011, 11:21 PM

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He could only ponder at what the dark shaded woman was busying herself with now. Itachi was not of an age where he would be fully educated in the full art of survival. He knew the basics of hunting and had caught live prey several times, but failures outmatched success so far. That was probably what he missed most with Inferni and being surrounded by family. There was always the knowledge that he would be taken care of. The prince of betrayal enjoyed the thought of solitude; to be able to stand on his own feet without supporting players, but he knew he was not that strong yet. It was a shameful act to tear raw meat away from another, but it had been highly effective.

A name was granted in return, and the young male took note of it and would remember it. His insides were no longer twisting and turning with their emptiness, and so his mood was already rising despite this odd company. Was he disappointed that she did not offer a visible reaction to learn his name? The male licked his pale, bloodstained lips and let his eyes shift to investigate the stained soil below him, where messy pieces of rabbit fur and non edible parts remained. So much less elegant than her, this boy. A paw brushed against the crimson brown soil. Red was a very pretty colour.

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