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Itachi Lykoi · 02-16-2011, 10:06 AM

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It could mean everything and nothing. A brief moment had passed, at the rare lines softening his face were slowly dwindling, starting with sunset and falling through the whiter shades of pale until all that were left was that usual gravity. The alien pressure against his forehead remained, but it was a given that accessories required some getting used to. Resisting the urge to fiddle with the cloth tied around his head, the male let dark gray claws inherited from both parents to click together softly, fingers almost ungraceful as they lay in his lap. Possibilities lingered, but he was not an aggressive being. He knew well that he could always rise and take what he desired by force—or try to at the very least, but strong urges would have to rise to force his hand in such a way.

Instead, he allowed her blushing fingertips to explore his young face, letting lids hood the eyes adorned with ruby depths. Visual change withheld at the gentle tones carrying her message. They had both conjured their beliefs of one another, and he was not about to change any current. The traitor Lykoi would never be a main protagonist in her presence, for she seemed to be a creature born in the role of the leading lady. Itachi knew the shades coating his spirits, and said nothing. Her figure shifted and he responded, allowing her to seek closer to warmth he supposed it was possible her willowy form required. He could give her anything she wanted as long as he was willing to give it away.

Some of the words uttered held truth he could agree with, and inspired crimson eyes sprayed with artist’s purple to travel into what could seem an endless emptiness. He thought about flying and the papery ruffle of wings. Perhaps this could be one reason why he did not mind this filly’s presence when he rejected the rest; she did not seek to own his being. She seemed to grasp the fact that no illusion of debt could grant him loyalty unless it was willingly given.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-18-2011, 09:23 AM

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She allowed him to hold her, and he allowed her to be held. It was a fragile balance of trust and insecurity, that made her press for more contact while withdrawing from the needs that curled within her belly. She could offer him many things, and perhaps he could take them, regardless of an offer. But that was the dark side of the street - That was the world she did not know and did not contemplate, the world that would suck the color from her summerworld and the sweetness from her songbird's voice. That darkness, the one that lingered within the cold and unknown cavities of his heart, were invisible to the lightened chambers of her own. Only the dark stains that shrivelled blooming organ walls, where his fingers had seemingly reached through quivering flesh and the cage of her ribs to touch her heart, could sense the ill ease within his tentative hold.

This unconscious wariness that he alone had placed in her - this unnatural canniness awakened by his touch - was misheard in the cavities of her mind as a discontentment with the stillness and closeness of their bodies. His warmth was a temptation that she, the Fae nymph, was all too likely to succumb to if another viable option was not presented.

She rose suddenly. Small flurries of white danced to life at her feet, and she was a fairy of the woods, a creature born of the pale sunlight that gilded her silver pelt. One hand was held out towards the seated Itachi, the slightest hints of that bewitching smile lingering still at the corner of her maw. "Come with me?" She wanted to show him something. She wanted to show him everything. Her welcoming fingers stretched out hopefully towards the golden boy, seeking his willing form to take what she offered.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-18-2011, 10:12 AM

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The sensation of the fairy princess’ warmth against his was, as always, temporarily at best, but it made the boy able to appreciate the brief physical contact to a greater degree. Nothing could last forever, and everything beautiful was flammable. The to-be woman in his arms had breathed fire into his veins once, and he ought to seek guidance for those embers again while he had her, though of course, he remained different from most males at his age. Why reach further when acceptable contentment already rested in his hands? She was a thief, but he was willing to share bodily warmth, for he did not lack it.

And then it ended, sooner than even he had expected. But there was no manuscript the two young ones could follow, and the son of Inferni let the silvery songbird go, though she did not fly away as he so boldly expected. Sunset gems rested on her feminine form; fluid even in her stillness amongst white. Perhaps his face revealed open curiosity to where that hand wished to lead him, but he was beyond the point of hesitation while under her gentle, deviant spell. The lanky form dressed in blonde shades shifted, and a pale hand met the one dressed in soft blush.

Curiosity killed the cat, and the boy was no older than these short months of life he had experienced. For now, he would grant her another wish.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-18-2011, 10:39 AM

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His warm palm - fake warmth, for if she was to be the pale sunlight then he was the shadows, the dark feathers shapes that rustled in one's haunted peripheral vision - met her own without hesitation. He spoiled her with his attentions, so withheld from any other, and she lapped it up with the ungrateful joy of one who is unaware of the rareness they possess. The second gold fingers had entwined with blushing tan, the girl had pulled him to his feet, and headed towards the forest.

Trees closed in around them - grasping branches that lunged in slow death for the high, cold sun, and evergreen pines that stubbornly refused to succumb to winter's bitter breath. The earthmother had made each for a purpose, and come spring, the dead trees would burst back into life. It was the cycle that China so adored, this continual balance of new life that filled her world with so much beauty, so much wonder. Death was an aspect of that, and perhaps it was strange that the girl saw natural death as a beautiful thing, also.

Into the silent white and withered green she took the boy. The sound of her laughter echoed bleakly throughout the cold land, but her eyes were summerblue and they laughed back at him. He looked so strange in this place; so ill fit to the mortal land, what with his golden pelt and deep blood eyes. They were royalty, blueblood - But China was of the forest, and the forest was of China, and that was how it would always be. Itachi was of something more than that.

A few times, she released his hand and melted into the trees; the sound of her laughter would guide him on, and she would return always to grasp his golden palm. Her feet trod a fresh path in the snow, but it seemed the girl knew where she was going; it seemed as though she was the forest, mysterious and beautiful, and she toyed with the handsome intruder lost in her midst.

At last, his palm warm within her own, the girl stopped. Her laughter was carried away on the faintest of breezes. The silence became stillness, and cerulean gaze warmed to him a moment, that secretive smile still curved about the sylph's maw. Before them was a pine tree - A huge trunk, an armspan wide. It was a giant of this forest, and its branches had survived a hundred winters just like this one. It would remain long after his and her bones were bleached in the soil of this world. It was a god to their mortality.

China gazed at it with such loving eyes - Her free palm was held up to rest against the aged wood, as though feeling for a pulse in the silence. Then, releasing Itachi to his own will, she moved about the base of the tree, searching the white snow- "Ah!" A relieved chirp. The girl ushered to her companion, before crouching low in the snow. Her hands scuffled at the white powder, pushing into the deep layer, and before long a delighted sigh spilled from blushing maw. "Look..." In her palms was sunshine, bright and gold, hidden away beneath winter's cold grasp. The Winter Aconites, although small, were a merry bright yellow. Like hidden treasure they peered from the dead ground, seeking a sunlight that had before been stolen by the ice.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-18-2011, 11:31 AM

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She was the sunshine travelling on top of the ripples on a dancing sea, and he followed; deep earth steadily following. They were day and night, and he, unable to cherish the beauty of light, followed regardless, finding this sunshine creature strangely refreshing after eternities spent in darkness. The girl inhabited temporary loyalty, and always would she return once she disappeared into the thickening forest. The expression so many considered cold forever lingered on the young male’s face, but the silvery songbird had learned to fill his silence with her song, and it was strange how the two opposites could find such harmony. Never had the traitor child considered such a possibility, and now he would never doubt it.

The fae was a worthy mortal with eyes of a child; she had kept her ability to love the world she had been born to when so many settled into indifference. Like he. The outcast Lykoi’s eyes trailed the enthusiastic shadow of silver and desert sand, but he could not see what she saw. It did not make him unable to appreciate what the girl intended to show him, for he harvested glee from her youthful awe.

Steps slowed as they reached a different scene, where early buds of colours had risen from white with hunger for the slowly changing sun. His songbird fell away from him; driven by this premature life blooming in a world of death. Her world contradicted his, for to him this world could not be further from paradise. But one could ponder, for the girl’s gentle heart could not have survived such a dimension; so far from grace. What was he? The boy caught between two worlds; heaven and hell. There was life peeking out between blushing palms. Sunset eyes did not graze the flora as much as they grazed her, for it was in her face he could see everything reflected. Even in the very depths of his core he could feel the slight blossoming warmth.

Itachi’s optime form crouched down beside the awed songbird, and he too shuffled away layers of white, and was rewarded with vivid gold. Depths of crimson appreciated the change of colour, and the boy was inspired to lay his gaze on his songbird again, placing that gentle, perhaps not-so-rare-after-all smile onto his silent lips.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-18-2011, 11:58 AM

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The boy was obliging; Willing to fulfil her fancy for now, for it seemed that it suited him to see her happiness. Maybe he would recognise it as an emotion he was absent of, and one she had an abundance of to share, if he was willing to sap it dry from lively cerulean orbs.

But the girl was a magic thing. She could pull this optimistic happiness from the very air, it seemed, and as she turned to face him now with blushing hands still cupping vibrant yellow her face shone with it. She had been expecting him to gaze upon the glorious creation within her hands, but instead that morbid yet entrancing crimson was fixated on her own face.

He was smiling. Her own smile faltered slightly, but it was not from a lack of joy; more from the intensity of a second emotion, one that seemed to close off her throat and make her heart beat faster. So fast that she was sure he would be able to hear it, maybe even see it leaping within her chest. For a moment, she remained frozen; gazing at him gazing back at her. Hands loosened on the delicate yellow petals, moving instead to touch him again - to rest on one golden cheek, should the boy indulge her as it seemed he was prone to doing.

China paused, and her smile rose brightly to match his own. Itachi was good at humoring her, and he grew even better in pulling such responses from her. His silence no longer baffled the silvery songbird, but she longed for it - More and more, she thought of his quiet mentality as preferably over the meaningless speech of others. "They remind me of you," The hand recoiled slightly - Surely it was not she, China Rose, feeling the faint stirrings of shyness? Surely not she, the outgoing wild Fae of Juniper Peace?

She stood again, rested her palm against the tree. Thick lashes shuttered momentarily over hazy eggshell blue. "In the Summer, they will be gone, and the wildflowers will come back. But only they can brave the cold, because they are resilient, and strong" She stepped back, lifting her hands high above her head to brush the lowest boughs of the tree. Eyes remained half lidded - Itachi was her drug. He intoxicated her blood. She smiled, and beckoned to him with one dainty hand. "Will you dance with me?"

Itachi Lykoi · 02-19-2011, 08:30 AM

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The girl belonged less in Inferni than he had. The boy’s eyes waited and watched, and she remained different from everything he knew. The way her silvery shape danced and moved; the way she spoke and laughed. It appealed to him, though he did wonder why this was. Everything was temporary, and the colourful buds nestled in the girl’s palms would wither and die. But it did not seem to matter to her, for she had the ability to cherish that short lifespan.

Ears perked at her words, and he felt his cheek lightly against the blushing palm that again had risen to offer touch. ”Oh?” It should not be necessary for him to understand. And again, touch was gone and she rose to turn her spirited attention to the elderly tree. How could simple flora remind someone of another individual? Wine red stare fell at the revealed field of yellow, but flowers could not talk. They merely existed, leaning toward the sun until their beauty was no longer.

Her next flow of words did make some sense—was that how she saw him? A lonely, resilient creature braving the cold? His life was the result of the choices he had made and that was how he wanted it to be. As he too rose, he was met by a most peculiar request. They were met by genuine, unaltered laughter, and it took a moment for the boy to realize that it was his. How was it that she continued to reveal sides of him that even he had not been aware of? But the boy’s mind was not as clear as it should be, for the drugs had travelled through the walls of his lungs and filled his blood with the cotton-like calm.

Even his smile seemed to fit on his lips, and how could he say no? Why not? His mind was taken aback, but the idea was not as horrible as he would have found it in a different setting. He had nothing to prove to her. A pale hand slowly reached out for her, and he stepped closer, unaware of the foreign warmth spilling into blushing orbs.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-20-2011, 06:44 AM

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Her request was met by the most startling sound. The girl's fluid pose changed - hesitated, sharpened around its blurry edges. Was that? His laughter lit fire in her belly, and warmed the cold air around the maiden. Such a strange sound, so perfectly formed that surely it could belong to no mortal creature.

But then again, China had her speculations on the mortality of Itachi Lykoi. His was a blood that ran cold and deep, right down to the core of being. Death was not an ending for the likes of him and his - and hers, too. They were cursed with living virulent through the veins of their predecessors, and just as the centers of his eyes shone blood red, so had those of the ones who had come before him. The dark ones; the wicked ones. Her own eyes, such a devious and rare blue, were not formed by the genetic taint that had developed his. They came from the same blood, but it was different, vastly different. They were different, vastly different.

Thick lashes blinked away the final remnants of surprise, and a smile bloomed rich and full on her pixie maw. That laughter belonged to her now, and was stored deep within the cockles of her sunlit heart for later reminiscing. The traitor prince gave her a smile - a real raw one, that showed his unstained teeth. Then, without hesitant born of thoughtful clarity, he reached for the songbird.

At first, the gentle connection seemed misplaced. "No, like this-" With a peal of her own laughter to stir the hushed air, China took his hands into her own, placing them firmly on the slight curve of her swaying hips. His palms felt warm, and real. Her own fingers twined in the golden locks that had grown in length to spill down over his shoulders. She began to hum, that sweet strange melody of the forest, and the giant pine whispered with its neighbours in gentle amusement at the dove and the raven who danced beneath the boughs.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-20-2011, 09:21 AM

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Misplaced, of course, for he knew not what he was doing. But the young male would not let that discourage him. She had asked and would have to take some responsibility as well. What mattered would be what they made out of it. The songbird knew what she wanted, and rearranged his hands and placed them where she thought they belonged. As always, he let her. Ruby traced the placement of his hands before he looked up to her finely sculpted face and the lovely shaded blues of her eyes. She was a blossoming beauty, but that was not what made her so delicate and intriguing.

Gentle fingers buried in his blonde mane, and his smile continued to live and breathe. The gentle, yet so simple melody her throat hummed seemed most suited for the surrounding scene, and he followed her light guidance, finding it pleasant. The traitor Lykoi did not find this odd, because the girl knew how to work her magic. He would not want it otherwise, and half lidded eyes remained on her face as they slowly moved. Itachi could not remember anything like this from his months as a clan member. How come she had not arrived into his life before recently? Things would have been different then, but would they have been as good as they were right now? Was he biased?

”I like you,” he revealed, tones hushed as they would be when someone admitted a secret.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-21-2011, 11:13 AM

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Perhaps the girl would never realise how rare the moments she shared with him were. In her company, the boy was no more a murderer than her own self; China's mind had long since buried that hatchet. The assumption of misinterpretation had taken its place. Itachi Lykoi was not the monster her grandmother had made him out to be - He could not be. Kaena herself had been very attached to the youth. There simply must have been a misunderstanding, because the boy she currently held in her arms was as docile as a lamb, as placated and wonderful as her mind would continue to forge him to be.

No, perhaps she would never realise her folly in thinking him an innocent, just like herself. Perhaps she would never see the raven's dark face.

The pair seemed entranced with one another, beneath the boughs of the giant forest sentinel. One might have mistaken it for plastic young love, but it was not. What China shared with Itachi was nothing so wholesome or simple as that; the girl didn't even know what love was, let alone display an ability to feel it, to really feel it. It was her own endearing naivety that allowed her to believe that that was what she felt, when her blood raced beneath her skin and she drew closer to the boy's warm body. No, what she felt for him was nothing so pure as young love.

Regardless, he made her happy, almost unbearably so. She would pine for the idealistic nature of their secret meetings, when she was back within the cage of Inferni. There, the men were roughly formed, crafted by the mother from the thick and enduring clay. They saw her, but the did not see her, and what physical love she shared with them was all there could be. In fact, since Itachi, China had not taken another male to her sleeping place. He had been the first, and apparently, the last; until she cleansed the golden boy from her mind, there was no willingness to be with another.

Gradually, he was changing her. Not so fast as she might be sculpting him, with the lightest touch of blushing fingers. But regardless, with each passing day China felt herself removed further and further from the loving embrace of the Earthmother, and Itachi Lykoi was to blame.

His words, uttered as though in sin, caught her off-guard. For a moment the silvery girl hesitated her gentle swaying, and cerulean eyes widened to gaze upon him beseechingly. Seeing no mockery (although by now it seemed apparent that Itachi was incapable of such sarcastic humor), a smile blossomed on pixie maw. "I thought you might, eventually." She moved, somewhat daringly, to place a lick right upon his glossy black nose.

Itachi Lykoi · 02-25-2011, 05:50 AM

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It was a simple fact revealed, and it was a safe thing to admit. Everything ended eventually, but he had felt the desire to tell her nevertheless. The silver songbird with her blush splattered cheeks did not have to be aware of the special treatment she was granted. No, she did not need to know a thing. However, the strain that suddenly was suddenly found, disturbing her lovely elegance. As so often, her response was to offer him a flowery smile. The boy had received a few of them, lately. Did he treasure it enough?

What could her “eventually” mean? Itachi was not curious enough to wonder, for he could so easily distance himself on will. It would do no good to ponder and dream. Muzzle wrinkled automatically as she placed her canine kiss on his nose. But what good could music and forbidden kisses do for the world? If she sought a physical response from him, she would find herself disappointed. But he did not adjust his smile and turn it sour; instead allowed it to remain as he wondered about the thoughts in her head.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-27-2011, 10:59 AM

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Time was slipping away from her, and with it, so would he.

It was inevitable that they should be parted. It would undoubtedly hurt the girl more than it hurt the boy - Not because her attachment to him flowed like deep water, but more because she allowed herself to feel such things as longing and nostalgia. While in his arms, the girl wondered if Itachi thought often of Inferni. She wondered if he missed the cracked and craven earth, watered as it was by the blood of it's enemies. The world of the coyotes was harsh, often brutal. It seemed so unfitting that she, silver songbird, could find shelter there while he could not. What a strange hand of fate.

China felt no real attachment to the land she called home. As with all Lykoi blood she had been drawn there, but it was not the soil her heart had sought, but the kindred; those who suffered from the same chaos curse. Unwittingly, like a moth to the flame, sweet little China had found her catalyst.

Would it be Inferni that had the final hand in changing her, or would it be the golden boy with the bleeding artist's eyes? His embrace was sweet and gentle, but was it just puppetry? She had wanted to show him the majesty of the Earthmother that she was slowly deserting, but he had not understood. Maybe he would never understand her.

China sighed, but it was a sound of contentment. None of these sullen thoughts would breach her subconscious - For now, this pearl of happiness remained untarnished. Blushing palms remained resting against golden chest, her body furled neatly to meet his own. The day was growing weary around them, but she was hesitant to break the moment; there was still the fading glaze of the hallucinogenic drug in his glorious sunset eyes.

A moment of insecurity drew her closer to him, and with large ears folded to her head the girl snuggled against the boy's chest, intent on listening to the beat of his heart. "I don't know how long I can stay there, Itachi," her admittal referred of course to her homeland - their homeland. Blue blood coursed in each vein. Lapis Lazuli gazed sightlessly beyond them both. "Sometimes I feel trapped." It was too difficult to explain to him the claustrophobic feelings she got in her chest sometime, so the silvery girl did not attempt to.

Itachi Lykoi · 03-07-2011, 05:24 AM

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Life was fleeting and swift; a pulsing being that eventually would be swallowed by the darkness so many feared the older they became with age. Perhaps it was his youth that gave him idealistic perspectives, but they remained different from the normal kind of dreams. There was nothing he wanted to accomplish in life before it was taken away. Itachi lived and breathed, taking each and every day as it came without interest of the future. That was why there was a death sentence hanging above his golden hues. The angel had revealed its wings of dark ink, and the glorious prince had fallen deep from grace. But there would be a world beyond hell. Itachi had the patience to wait forever to reach it.

But even here there were simple joys that could be found, even while not looking. Itachi had not searched for this girl to breathe magic into his black and white existence. The prince of betrayal did not require colours, but that was not to say that he did not appreciate the gifts she had brought to him. It was merely temporary. While older than he, she too was too young to be held responsible for her foolish act. Soon she would open those eggshell blue eyes of hers and see him as the flawed creature he was. She knew the facts, but what she did to overlook them was a mystery to him, for the two of them were not alike. She owned a kind and loving nature and he did not.

She leaned against her chest, and he wondered if she could feel the presence of the pollution in his heart. Much went on within the girl according to her words. To Itachi life was so much simpler. Whether or not he would connect to his wolf home was something that could only be revealed with enough time. There was no need for a specific, adjusted home as long as he survived. That was the sole reason why he had fled to the mountains and been part of Anathema’s creation. He had been much too young to become a lonely wanderer then. And how could the girl feel trapped with no solid walls keeping her imprisoned? He believed he knew what she was saying, but it was difficult for him to see things from her point of view.

”Leave and be free,” he said, simple and straight forward as one would expect from a flawed being such as he. Itachi did not understand that blood was thicker than water. He had no family.

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She had known he wouldn't comprehend, but to hear the boy utter such an oblivious statement was disappointing, regardless. Perhaps she had hoped that his inherent depth of thinking would perceive the words she did not say, but that was the ridiculous dream of all fools, and one that would quickly be abolished. She did not reply, but listened a moment more to the rhythmic pounding of his heart - Could she tell the color of it by sound alone? Did she know that without sight, his blood was black, made so by the hollowness within him? No, she could not, for she was a mortal thing. She was a songbird, and saw only the notes in his voice, the gentle harmony of his bleeding eyes.

Poetic though it may be, her adoration for him was shallow as the bones in her perfect, doll-like face. He was her first, but he was different - Different in a way that she craved uniqueness, in a way that suited her better than any other. What she sought was an end to the sameness - The monotonous drone of the life that went around her. The anxiety of being caught with him gave their relationship thrill, and although she might not understand it, the thought of being held in the arms of a potential murderer did likewise. She was no saint, but a traitor too - Greedy for the feelings he could give her.

But her sins were incomparable to his, for it was with genuine love that she adored her family, her sisters and her brother and her grandmother. They were all she had left of the missing father that she did not know. Would Razekiel have made her feel like Itachi did?

Her fingers teased through golden fur absently. Leaving Inferni, at the moment, was an impossibility. She could not survive on her own, without the emotions of others to feed off of. She required that connection to exist. Feeling oddly fragile, the girl stiled another sigh, before stepping back from Itachi's embrace. Her hands lingered on him, but her body was at a distance now. One day, he would be the handsomest of men, but for now, he was still just a boy. Would he still want her, her mind and her body, then? "It's getting dark," She remarked remotely, wanting to stroke the side of his face.

Itachi Lykoi · 03-10-2011, 12:55 PM

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Certain matters would never be as clear to others as they were to him. But it was his flaws that had given him strength to break out of a potential jail. He could not fly, but he soared nevertheless. His was an egocentric world; one he did not have to share with others unless it was his choice to do so. He could turn his back on this girl in an instant, and his hands would not look all that red to him. It was not the boy’s fault that his blood was flawed, but it did not make him less of a monster. This was not innocence born from sin. No, he naturally wore the colours of his parents; held a cruelty similar to a mindless beast that had been set on destroying the world.

Itachi did not have such great plans, but he was capable of similar deeds if he managed to access a logic strong enough to support such a choice. But no, not now. Mind did not loom with such faulty thoughts when the songbird was near. The silvery canine did not respond, but the boy brushed the lack of response away. She just did not see the exit as easily as he did. The bonds trapping her were not his, so there was no possibility to relate. Her day was at an end, and she spoke the introduction to her departure and shied away from the shallow warmth he could offer. They could dance and dream themselves away, but it did not change a thing. Why would they want to fool themselves?

A belated nod was given. Songbirds fled from approaching darkness, for they belonged in the light. He was a carnivore, well suited for the night that was about to come. While others fled he remained, stalking the darkness in search of his soul. ”Then it is time for you to run away,” he mumbled, supporting what was about to happen.

China Rose Lykoi · 03-17-2011, 09:15 AM

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Her words seemed to provoke that infuriating nothingness from the boy. Dopey, lingering satisfaction drained from her veins and dripped down, soaked up by the chilled and hungry earth. She had been so connected to that earth once - A child of the mother, a kin of the sacred womb of life. How nature had betrayed her with its falseness! She could smoke the weed more and more, but that sense of belonging and contentment, that sense of love, it faded more each day.

Frustration, plaintive and irrational as were most of her urges, colored the fickle creature's cerulean eyes like the tepid surface of a choppy lake. The porcelain doll sweeps of her features were created to show expression, and they did without hesitation; So much contrast, to the robotic nature of her once-lover. "I would stay with you," The words were sharp, clipped, although she did not fully break the contact lingering between them. Even now, she ached for him, in that sweet and sickly way. "If you asked it of me, I would." Within the anger was shame, but while flames burned around it, it remained hidden.

How brightly false emotions burned.

And oh, he was so handsome - So different, so unique. But she was a creature of the morning and the day, while his breed stalked the nighttime shadows. "But you never will, will you," A slight note of defeat. She loathed the sound of it, yearned for the anger that covered it up. There was a festering doubt within her, that Itachi would never be able to express the emotions she craved. Not even his uniqueness could make up for such a flaw. The little bird prepared to spread her wings, to return to the treetops where hungry eyes would not see her.

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But there did not have to be conflict within a soul. Then again, it was so easy for him to follow the gentle tide and rest on the gentle, curved waves of the inevitable. The world did not have to be all that complicated, but it depended on the creature that viewed it, and China suffered while Itachi was free. But she was the silvery songbird that was supposed to soar, but she had the key to her own prison. How could she sing anything.

But her words now sowed doubt into his being, and his stillness could compete with the soulless rock making the earth. But layers of plates moved beneath their feet, and even Itachi could be thrown into earthquakes if the situation offered it. He was far from invincible, though his foolish ideas of superiority would remain. Why would the girl chase after a tainted shadow; a manifest of everything that repulsed her. She was a beautiful girl, but she knew the end as well as he did. The fallen prince did not believe the two of them were meant to co-exist.

Why did that make her angry? She flourished, but he was already withered and dying, leaning towards earth instead of the sun’s gentle gaze. He could live with anger and resentment as long as there was acceptance. ”There’s nothing for you here.” But was he truly empty as his unmoving rubies suggested? Pain too could be beautiful, but rarely did he appreciate its melancholic taste. The girl had tasted of summer, and now he was left in the darkness. But that was where he belonged. Perhaps he wished she could reach out and save him, but he did not believe he had such an option. Not anymore.

China Rose Lykoi · 03-17-2011, 08:55 PM

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She thought that maybe she knew him now. It could have been delusion, but the girl swore she saw the shades of ruby shifting, deep platonic plates grinding and sliding and changing - Always changing. Could she deceive herself with thoughts of connection? Where her hands lingered on his golden pelt, the touch was warm, warm enough to temporarily stave off the cold of the oncoming night. But she would require more than just that warmth; The dark hours thirsted for her, and the silver songbird would require a guardian to survive among them if she did not fly from him soon.

The words he uttered were soft, so blank and calm that she wanted to claw at his face, to weep and laugh hysterically for him. There had to be more than just this puppet-mask. There was more; she had seen it before, seen through the cracks to the black energy within. Even wickedness was favourable to this uncompromising numbness. "Then understand," Lyrical voice was just a whisper now, her fingers tightening their grip on his forearms, lapis lazuli feverishly bright, "That it is my mistake to make, not yours." She knew her words to be the truth.

It was almost comical, the wrongness of it inside her head. That she should be persuading a murderer to feel for her - a murderer of his own blood, her own kind. Did she seek to save him from himself? A doomed journey. China Rose Lykoi just wanted to be loved. "Unless you have already made up your mind," Perhaps he was finished with her. Perhaps he had tasted enough of the warm summer-girl, and sought only the winds of winter. It would hurt deeply to be so easily discarded, but if he were to tell her this, she would leave and not look back.

Itachi Lykoi · 03-28-2011, 04:13 AM

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Oh, he understood, but did she? She was the one to make choices for her life, and all he could offer was a piece of his truth, though it was unknown how far she could get with that alone. The girl seemed to desire freedom, but he understood that her chains were part of her, and while a caged bird would never sing, he was uncertain if she would still have a voice without her family. But it was her mess, and he could not aid her, nor would he soothe her with lies. It had not been simple for the fallen prince to abandon his birthplace in the manner he had, but few choices could be made without sacrifices. The outcome had not been expected, but it had to be accepted. If the girl could not make sacrifices, there was no hope for her.

Depths of rubies remained on her face for only a moment longer before choosing to part with feverishly bright blue. She spoke again, but he failed to see the importance of his say in all of this. She should follow her own judgement, not his. But Itachi was no oracle; he did not understand this willowy creature, and she did not understand him. Her role in his life should have been swift and temporary. They should not have met each other again, but here they were, and he was uncertain of the response she sought. He could have told her to leave, but he did not think he wished to do so. To refrain was a simple task, then, but he could not offer her more, for it was not his place.

She could see his emptiness, so why didn’t she flee? There was nothing to save.

China Rose Lykoi · 03-28-2011, 09:12 AM

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He would not even look at her now. Perhaps it was a final vestige of pride, the blue blood in her veins finally levering itself to a pitch that demanded to be heard, or perhaps it was the terrible realisation that she had been wasted here, with him. Regardless, her heart experienced a chasm of sharp pain.

She stepped back, and the satisfying sound of a slap echoed in the silence. Itachi's golden head had been moved slightly to the side, but it took a lance of pain across her palm for the girl to realise it had been she who had scorned him such. The pain tingled through her fingers, and it felt like anger, like release.

China turned and fled. There was a wetness on her silver cheeks, but she did not stop. The nighttime was coming, and she needed to be home. She had to be home by nightfall.

At the skull-tipped borders, the girl stopped and scooped up handfuls of snow, scrubbing at her silvery fur until the scent of him had been washed away and her entire body felt frozen and immune. The songbird did not allow herself any more time to think, but went straight to the small den she shared with her sister, needing to be distracted and to be forced into her cage once more.

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