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China Rose Lykoi · 01-21-2011, 05:49 AM

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His gaze returned her own, unblinking, and for a moment it seemed as if the paradox had opened to freeze them in this suspended moment forever. She could spend an eternity memorizing his face, and just wondering what it was that made her loath and crave him simultaneously; but with the serendipitous mercy of all moments, it passed, leaving the silvery girl clinging to her own pathetic nostalgia, and feeling peculiarly, scarily, alone.

He had risen to a stand, as she had ought seconds before, but the purpose of this movement was not to linger - Not to hesitate, as she had. China, too, stood: But by then, the boy had spread most malcontent ebony wings, and his step led through the gaping door. For a moment, she stared at his retreating back, with a mingled feeling of shock and gnawing rejection. A salty fluid began to well in her eyes, but she had never cried without feeling before, and did not recognise the emotion of sadness until one crystal droplet had already escaped to streak down a blushed cheek.

"Itachi-" She followed him to the doorway, but lingered there, unwilling to step out into the cold white expanse of fallen snow, as if that would make it all real. Her tune fell, not weak, but scared. She had been a fool to preach that she feared nothing; If he left, perhaps he would walk out of her life forever. Then what would she do with the freshly constructed hole in the dome of her perfect mindset, where his face had lingered. It would gape, like the ruined windows of this cursed place, and she would look through it and see only the cold reality beyond. "Stop. Itachi!" Another tear rolled down her cheek, and she dashed it away irritably, not understanding the moisture.

Arms held herself tightly again, in a defensive gesture that was quickly becoming familiar. "... Don't leave me." Just a whisper - But it was cold, so cold and empty in the decrepit shack without him there.

Itachi Lykoi · 01-21-2011, 07:42 AM

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He too could be free if he dared to spread his blackened wings. He had done so before, and though he had fallen, crisp with sin, he could always rise again. While it was she that had spoken those words, he had firmly believed that fear was something beyond him. Every child believed themselves to be indestructible and unique and the fallen prince was no different on that matter. The cold fact remained the same; he barely knew the petite creature. So what had she done to his smooth facade? The uncomfortable sensation of jaws tightly clenched mentally distorted his face, but he could not understand it more than she could understand the tears her eyes shed behind his departing form.

Chilly breeze was most welcome as he strode out of the sad carcass of humanity, and she spoke his name. How strange it was to hear the melodic voice breathe the name of the weasel; such a sneaky, deceitful creature! Perhaps Halo had known what she was doing when she had decided on the name of her unwanted child. He could grow into a destructible force if time only formed him right. The young Lykoi wished to maintain his image of a perfect creature, but while his mind longed to carry him away on raven wings, he felt his muscles slowly freeze and end cooperation between brain and body. Ears fluttered at the sound of those soft tones, the sad tunes of a black bird in the veiled night.

He was not hurt; refused to allow himself to be. His core could not recognize any emotional response to rejection besides shallow disappointment. She had disappointed him, but in return he had harmed her. Turning slightly with wind grooming through pale gold, depths of scarlet peered at the lonely creature standing alone in the empty doorway. The prince was unaccustomed with the situation he faced, and could hardly be blamed for it. All Itachi wanted was for his feet to continue their stride, but they had turned him around instead. How could a creature’s own body disobey so?

China Rose Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 03:50 AM

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A strange stillness had settled in the air about them, as though the frigid world was holding baited breath. All eyes seemed to watch the golden youth as he stopped; Her words a command offered in the meekest form, a binding that it seemed his youthful yet twisted psyche was prone to accept. And as he stopped, the silver dove felt the slightest stirrings of relief beneath her breast, and perhaps the sickly nature of something more. Something forbidden, something that hid its ugly head from these daylight happenings.

Itachi Lykoi had split her path in two. China, a creature best suited to being pushed by the tide of fate and mercy, found herself stuck on the precipice of a dangerous choice. His ruby eyes mocked her with their emotionless stare - She wanted him to make this decision for her, but the boy seemed unwilling to do so. In this instance, he would do as she said. He would leave if she willed it, or he might stay. Her fingers clenched and unclenched themselves around the toned flesh of her arms, the internal tearing held at bay by how tightly her held herself against the brittle cool.

Her body wanted him, but her head did not. Her heart, that most fickle and wane of organs, knew only that it craved his presence and yet despised the thought of unveiling, the thought of betrayal to that silver-hued old woman she so closely resembled. It was here the difficulty lay; Was China selfish enough to place her own wants above that most essential of bonds, family?

Tears had dried in Lapis Lazuli; they, too, were fleeting and winsome. She could not linger on sadness for too long, as it was not in her nature to allow such a poisonous emotion to take root in the deep soil of her consciousness. In sleep, perhaps, would the darkness of this situation take hold once more, and twist a parody of dark and unsettling dreams across her livid mind. But for now, she wanted to be absolved of this problem. Perhaps she could procrastinate it.

"Do you still like me, Itachi?" She stepped forward gingerly into the snow; slender, acrobatic form moved with the natural grace of her breeding. She was blueblood, and he was blackblood - The angelic princess and the traitorous prince. "I still like you." The blushing slender fingers of one hand moved of their own accord, wishing to rest on the warmth of his chest, where she hoped to feel the beating of the sinner's sickly heart.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 04:34 AM

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So young and unknowing, he did not know what he wanted. Often he thought he did, but mind and body did not collaborate well in every instance. This female unsettled him so in ways that were difficult for him to interpret. The tight emotion twisting his abdomen; the cold awareness of cerulean focus—he had not matured enough to make this journey. Teddy soft ears were strapped against blonde skull at the words dancing towards him together with her slower moving form. The fallen prince did not like to see her filly figure step into weather it was not designed to withstand. Gray claws clicked softly together as his fingers sought each other beneath his chest. Why did she have to move with such sway?

Had the prince of betrayal ever liked her young butterfly form? Oh yes, definitely, but did he like her? How could he adore something he could not understand? Her features were very easy to love, but it was a shallow, useless emotion that possessed his wolfish shell and little more. He had done wrong by her, and so why would she speak these strange words now after more or less rejecting him? Why did he have to suffer so because of her? The youth’s chin fell somewhat, and sunset stare gazed at the approaching hand dressed in its warm blush. He knew well that he yearned for the touch—she deserved to be protected from the chilly white that sought to destroy the lovely summer creature.

In the end, he could not find which answer would carry the genuine truth she sought.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 05:03 AM

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There seemed to be a wariness that skirted the royal purple rings of his eyes, yet that emotion did not seem dare to seep into the bloody crimson. All the while, delicate blue gazed keenly unto them, seeking an answer that would save her from this tedious indecision.

None came. Soundless, her fingers found the plush warmth of male flesh, and gently buried there. He had not denied her this, but something more, something she found herself craving with the intensity of an addict. A sigh fell from pursed maw, gentle frown shadowing the porcelain doll's figures. She was more resilient than she appeared, and his silence would not break her.

"Nevermind that." Swelled the soft tones, subtle in weaving their way to his downy ears. Short, fluffy plum wagged gentle behind the swell of her girly hips, not yet wide enough for childbirth but on their way to womanly beauty. Denim skirt swayed slightly, taken with the motion. "Will you stay with your pack, here in the mountains?" She asked softly, the innocent question imbued with possibilities. This did not have to be the last time she met him here, and so long as no-one found out, then perhaps... Perhaps... There was a cunning look in fathomless cerulean eyes, a look that fit right in amongst the innocent blue.

Inferni would never accept him back, and Kaena and Gabriel would never accept her being near to him. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and China, full of the assurances that her youth could grant, was sure that Itachi would never hurt her. There was no way that the golden boy could be the demon that he was branded to be; China would never see the peculiar hollowness in his ruby orbs until it was not longer filled with her own glossy, ghostly, reflection.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 05:38 AM

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He became more aware of his strong heart’s pace as her fingers settled against the soft, whiter shades of pale hues on his chest. The fairy tale princess had explained, but it did not have to mean that he understood. Why did this have to be wrong? Why was it wrong to cherish royalty before commoners? The girl was easy to treasure, not only for her fragile beauty, but for the subtle characteristics that he could recognize. She was the home that was no longer his and he could almost have accepted his devious move as a mistake if they just could have given him a second chance. The family would not forgive such a misstep though, and he had to wonder why the girl did not shy from his bleeding orbs.

The boy did not have to prove anything to her, and therefore he merely did what seemed to be the natural step for him to take. Fingers settled above the hand that had reached out to ensure his level of existence. The boy could find contentment for a while in this simple touch. ”I suppose I will,” he replied, permitting his gaze to turn vacant and fall from her wispy form. There was nowhere else to go. Anathema had offered him what his own family denied him, but he had yet to find satisfaction within the ranks. They were strangers, all of them, even the pale queen with the emerald gaze. Would he ever belong anywhere? Did he want to? It was a complicated matter, this.

”I don’t have anywhere else to go.” It could be a sad revelation, but only if he wanted it to be. Now, why did she ask this question? Focus sharpened as deep maroon found her lovely face, suspicious with fresh traces of gloom sprouting forth. Would the wolf pack take action if they were to learn what he was?

China Rose Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 06:13 AM

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His hand folded over her own, and it was a gentle weight, a tenderness that neither of them truly felt. They were too young for such a real emotion, but China deceived herself in thinking that she felt it. Cupped between his larger palm and the rhythmic beating of his dark heart, her hand felt safe. It was amusing, how well the golden one could don a sheep's clothing, even at such a young and inexperienced age.

But it would be fallacy to think of China as a sheep, for she was just as quick-witted as her bloodline allowed, just as canny as the breed she so perfectly represented. Her palm was a snare over his beating organ, cerulean blue blessed by the Earthmother with such a wondrously hypnotic blue. It sparkled now in the cold light, framed by dark lashes.

Those his gaze deviated from her form, China's did not waver. His voice was enough to encourage her, and she stepped forward, shortening the modest distance between their bodies but not allowing herself to crumble into his devilish warmth. "Yes, of course you must go back to them..." Came the gentle coo, waiting for ruby-red to rejoin with Lapis Lazuli before smiling sharp white teeth. "But you also have this place, Itachi. We have this place." And there was her devious plan. Hurrying to cement the idea, she moved to rest her other hand against his cheek, if the boy would allow it. "You see, Itachi? Nobody knows about this place. It belongs to us," Maw tilted up slightly, charcoal gray bangs drifting about her face.

She had been digesting the plan for a while, and if he accepted it, then she would be able to delay the decision she had so dreaded in making. She would be able to have what she wanted - Itachi - And what she needed - Inferni; And nobody would have to know. "You can meet me here, if you want to," She spoke tentatively, almost meekly, "You can call me here by lighting a fire in the old chimney... I will see it from down there," Down where he had once been a prince. Thick lashes blinked guilelessly.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 04:25 PM

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He knew by now that the girl was toying with him, but to what extent? His pulse remained steady, humming through dilated veins of tinted blue, just like hers. Her seductive melody inspired ears to swivel and lift slowly from the fields of darker hay that adorned the top and back of his tranquil form. The fallen creature could see that she wanted to believe in this, and it made his fingertips add a touch of pressure against the rose hand that remained attached to his chest, above the living heart pulsing beneath against its organic prison. Could she feel the steady hum for her silver silhouette? She would never see the world through the prince’s eyes, and he would never see through hers. Was her existence so careless and free as she made it out to be?

Could he too believe in the optimistic words spilling out on top of the summer child’s breath? Another palm settled against his pale cheek, and he felt a melting sensation beyond his chest. Nothing of this could hurt him either way, he supposed, for it was she that insisted this was morally wrong. Why was it that she sought to touch his blonde hues a second time, then? Itachi had believed she had served him cold rejection seasoned with a solid amount of insult at his lack of heart, but her play with words and blue skies seemed so genuine to him—she knew how to captivate him. ”But it is wrong” he spoke with a calm voice that could carry the world through an apocalypse. Itachi knew that he did not care, but she did.

Why would she continue to dwell with such a sinful creature as he?

China Rose Lykoi · 02-08-2011, 01:14 AM

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His response provoked an unexpected facade from the girl. She stared up into nonchalant ruby blankly for a moment, the blushing palm still lingering over the constant beating of his heart. Then, an unfamiliar petite snarl crossed delicate features, and she pulled her hand from its resting place and turned abruptly from the boy.

"Wrong!" Delicate voice spat the word, with as much distaste as its melodic tune could conjure. Long and limber arms crossed heavily over sweetly swelled chest, and one footpaw kicked at the small crusting of snow that blanketed the cold earth. Cerulean eyes watched crossly as the small white eddies were twisted in the air, tossed about like specks of foam on an invisible ocean.

Her tantrum couldn't last. It simply wasn't in China's nature. However, to let her emotion run freely was, and the girl was not quite done arguing yet. "What do we know of wrong?!" Eyes looked back to him, hips flouncing prettily as she rested her meager weight on one long leg. "Friendship can't be wrong, Itachi. That is their problem; they don't know how to love. THAT is what is wrong." It seemed the flash fire of her temper was fast fading, and the Lykoi princess approached the golden youth once more, her gaze beseeching.

She tread carefully now, treating him submissively, although Lapis Lazuli sparked with that strange inner power once more. "It is only wrong if they know about it," came the gentle consternation, her hands reaching for him once more. This was an act of teenage rebellion, but filled with the self-assurance of youth, China could glaze away the hard facts of betrayal and the deep disgust she knew at feeling guilt over this strange eloping.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-10-2011, 10:12 AM

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Oh, how she continued to disarrange his young mind with misguiding words. The siren had speculated why he had acted as he had done, but now words raged against that distasteful word, wrong. Many things were wrong in life, and Itachi had embraced this as well as right. What kept wheels spinning was his own mind, poisoned by a vividly bizarre perspective of life that could lead his close ones into danger in his presence. But ah, there were no cruel ideas hunting his golden form while she was near. He, as they, was unable to predict the future, but did not wonder about what was to come. Instead he turned his focus on her blushing cheeks; extraordinarily tinted by the short outburst that discoloured the blue he adored so.

She spoke of others as if they knew nothing, but the fallen Prince knew that it was they that lacked knowledge. Perhaps it was wrong, but why should he rage about something that seemed to delightful and right? She had strayed from him, but returned now with anger falling away as the veil before the majestic swan queen. He had been her silent audience, but had felt no force driving him to mirror her emotions. No, he had always been a quiet child, and the youth trapped between that childhood and adulthood would be no different. However, those who searched would eventually find that he was not as empty as that tranquil face of pale blonde and sunset could seem.

Now, drawn out by his interruptible calm, thin lips curved slightly in belated response to her abstract embrace of this peculiar situation. She reached for him again, and his chin fell slightly as he watched fingers stretch again. How bizarre this continued to be, but he did not mind, for her features could not be rejected by a young, inexperienced soul. ”They won’t know,” he assured her, content with the silly thought that this petite folly could be his for time being. Hands slowly rose, aiming for a light embrace about her slender figure if she permitted.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 08:13 AM

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It was a wary moment, when China was unsure of Itachi.

He was unreadable at best, utterly perplexing at worst, what with the concrete emotion of utter placid stability that remained intently carved into young features. She had seen that facade crack, for an instant - She had seen a sliver of the true creature beneath. But she was silly with youth and unwise in love, and knew not what the foul materials could erode him into.

Would, that she could ponder whether her own sweetness could be the acid which turned him to misshapen. But she was shallow of thought, and his crafting had not been by her hands but by the hands of his mother, and his tainted blood. All China knew that, with his acceptance, she could belief him to be a part of her own shifting path.

For the better or worse, she had yet to truly know.

At last, his words came, and her smile blossomed into sweet spring bloom. Careful not to scare him back into his shell of silence, the girl stepped daintily into his embrace, allowing herself a sigh as she moved to rest both palms against the gradually broadening chest. His chin just about cleared the top of her head - He had wolf blood in him, and she was nearly pure coyote - and the damsel's dainty, willow-thin frame made it such that she could almost snuggle right in to the false warmth his golden pelt provided.

She sighed softly, clearly happy with his acceptance of this growing weed between them. "I am glad," Light blue eyes peered from thick lashes, past the lean muscles of his shoulder and out into oblivion. Whether she saw a future for them, or whether she saw only the greedy happiness of this moment, China was not sure. She sighed again, settling deeper against the boy's warmth, if he would allow it. "Are there other girls, back in your pack?" She asked mildly, wondering if he had taken interest in any other since her. Surprised at the strange dark tug that thought produced within her, the silvery damsel frowned slightly. She had come from a free-love background, and the thought of Itachi finding pleasure with the company of another young filly should not at all disturb her. The frown grew. "Will you think of me when you go back there?"

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Deep wine investigated the approaching spring present in her face; those smooth lines exploding into a blooming smile utterly enhancing the girl’s soft features, making him such a fool, apparently. This physical attraction—whatever it was, it seemed to change him and his preferences—his very core at that, for he found his behaviour alarmingly altered while she pulled her strings. Disengaged and mystic as always, though he was anything but that usual genuine, shallow shell in the not-so-innocent temptress’ presence. The female creature inspired him to try to see the world differently, if only for a little while. It was a breath of fresh air to his demon lungs, and black wings effervesced with her purity, though she was not innocent.

The simple sensation of her touch was appreciative, and the concentrated pulse dancing behind his chest pushed out against her with soft, rhythmic thuds. His hands embraced silvery silk layered with invasive cold, and it could speak of her alternative motives. Greed could pose as a pretty thing regardless, for she was in his arms now, and that alone could give him shallow satisfaction for time being. She spoke with words beyond him, and slowly, he paused, putting a stop to the increasing pressure set in motion by the arms encircling her. His vibrant gaze wandered upwards into a solid, pale sky as he thought of the Queen of the mountains. Naniko was the first female that had allowed a spark of dazzling mystique to amaze his body, but it was the willowy creature in his grasp that had shown him the true pleasures of the flesh.

It did not occur to him that his answer could give birth to jealousy, for crimson eyes remained secretly blue with their lack of knowledge at this subject and everything connected to it. ”There are,” but he knew very few. The male was a poor immigrant, for he had only arrived out of necessity. He was separated from the rest and well aware, for it was his own doing. But the green eyed, pale mistress had given his hormones a breath of life in the past, and the boy thought himself to be hungry for her and her winter skin. So why did the slender temptress wonder if she was in his thoughts. How would he know which thoughts were to possess him in the close future when this scene had died? ”Perhaps,” the wondering answer returned, though he supposed he would. The songbird intrigued him, even if she did not belong in his world. ”Do you think I should?”

China Rose Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 11:16 PM

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He seemed attentive to her cold frame, although whether this response was conjured from thoughts of their previous passionate antics or whether it was from a genuine attachment to her silvery form, China chose not to deliberate. Such thoughts never brought the enlightened happiness she constantly sought, and it was far better to project loving abstractions onto his reaction than it was to analyse such a thing.

The silver songbird seemed content, within the embrace of her golden cage. It was a fanciful thought that had provoked her to ask questions she hadn't wanted answered, but regardless, his response was hardly suitable. There was jealousy within her, and it was a foreign emotion. Her insides felt wretched at the idea of Itachi with other females. Did she claim him for her own? No, no! The Earthmother revoked the claiming of her children, for was that not a form of slavery? Free love was all that is good, all that is the Earthmother! He, Itachi, was pulling her from the peaceful and righteous path. He, Itachi, was making her feel these things - these terrible, detestable emotions - that the girl had never been crafted to feel.

She could blame him, but that too was beyond her. Blame seemed spiteful, and she thought that maybe she loved him. The two things did not mix.

Even so, China stiffened in his arms, and pulled back from that embrace she had so craved only moments before. The cold air bit into delicate flesh, reviving and awakening those brittle points of jealousy. Lapis Lazuli narrowed dangerously, but feigning nonchalance, the silvery damsel shrugged. "Think what you wish," She said in clipped tones, gaze refusing momentarily to meet that piercing ruby, before succumbing as always to the selfish need for it. Her frostiness softened. "I will think of you, maybe." A slight smile on porcelain doll's face, those blushed cheeks lifting sweetly with it. Then, with obvious reluctance, she took a step away from him, breaching the warm contact. Arms encircled narrow frame in that defensive hug once more. The air seemed colder without him. "I have lingered here too long... My sisters will be missing me." Here eyes took on a vacant look. That world, the world down past the skull-lined borders, seemed so far away now.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 11:36 PM

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The young turncoat would develop and learn as weeks and months passed, but at present time his feeble experience had not yet spoken to him with its wiser words. The canine’s shadowed core had always been wrapped in icy haze and negative temperatures—he knew not what it was to be warm within. The soft songbird’s feathers bristled and turned into sharp thorns of a wild rose, twisting and pulling to be free. Pale arms broke off from her figurine without the taste of battle, for he pondered what had quenched her song and breathed frost into those rare blues she held. It was rejection, cold and constant, for her dance back and forth increased the strength of ripples spreading through still, black water.

Was the flower indifferent with the content in his youthful mind? Ears swivelled back to lean away from her direction, tinted with the lightest spray of gold. She turned again, turned her features smooth and warm, but she could not get away with it forever. Her words meant nothing, for thoughts of another were not necessarily ones of affection. Itachi knew not hate as he had seen it burn in the Aquila’s glare, but it had made him aware of its existence. Warm or cold, he knew he wanted her to think softly of him. But now she was to draw away from him further, and would he returned to his world of winter with barbed wire circling the ice block within.

Though, if this was how it was supposed to be, he would let her go. His eyes’ direction travelled to the wooden skeleton behind the willowy creature, wondering if there would ever burn a warm bonfire within its hollow shell.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-12-2011, 11:55 PM

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As always, her withdrawal was faced by a front of indifferent cool. She could see the cogs slowly turning behind bloodred gaze, the likes of which had drifted now past her feeble form to the crackling wooden bones of the humanplace. Her taunting did not appear to phase him, but it was an unintentional tease, and as such she did not mind. The dove gave and took her affections fleetingly, but always it seemed her curiosity would remain with him. She would think of him, yes; Sometimes in warmth, sometimes in fear, for the blood of her family ran in his veins and this was wickedness. But still, she would. And her body would quicken to the devious memory, and she would look to the hill but see no smoke. This was how it would be.

The silvery girl would practice the coolness of his features, for it was a useful tool to conceal one's emotions, and she could see that now. However, never would she be able to perfect it, for China was the ebb and swell of the tide; too impractical, too fanciful for the life of black and white that Itachi seemed to dwell in. Hers was a life of searing color, and as such it would remain, until her gossamer wings were broken.

She studied him a moment more, measuring his silence with her own. Then, "I will miss you, Itachi." As a parting gift, she would dart forward to lick the tip of his nose, should he allow it. Slender limbs would then be put to use, melting back into the frosty world of the mountain.

Her footprints would show that she headed directly back to Inferni, stopping only once to pause and look back at the now invisible glade, as though cerulean eyes could see through the foliage to the delicious form of the golden youth.

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