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He's just in his room doing nothing :| 300+ morningish
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He had once doubted he would ever become comfortable with the lack of sky above his head, but found that he was slowly getting accustomed to his home in Anathema’s tunnels. In the very start he had refused to settle in the large cave formations with his pack, but he had changed his mind. He supposed he was glad that he did. The tunnels offered a stronger sense of safety than he could have hoped to find out in the open above the earth. He remained a wanted man, he supposed, for his sins were great in the eyes of the clan.

The sparse room he had claimed as his own was as empty as he suspected his soul to be. Dark rock without decoration and a pile of blankets stored in a lonely corner was all there was, but still, this was his place. Perhaps it would not harm to personalize it a bit, but he was not a creative creature in that fashion. Pondering about this brought his thoughts to a silver songbird with her eggshell blue gaze. But she was not here, and he could conjure the memory of sharp pain of the slap she had delivered last time they parted.

Pale fingers brushed across his wolfen cheek, but she would have to do more to leave a lasting mark. She was gone now, and it was for the best. She did not belong to the darkness like he did. There was one more item that was his, one that he grudgingly considered precious. But he did not know how to wield the pristine sword, though it had already tasted blood by his hand. But he was nowhere remotely close to the skills he sought. But he had all the time in the world. Eventually he would be dangerous too.


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Derp. Crap post. Ilu. YAY, ITACHI! 300+

Finding her brother had been comforting, but managed to drop her mood. He had no right to argue her place in the world, for he hadn't been able to stay with her. If he had, perhaps she would have gone to the same place as he; as it was, she was in a new home, with new family. Though she was not a common occurance for anger to roll into the perceptions of the Eternian, she was outraged at the encounter. So she had returned to the caves to sulk, hiding in the small home shared with her son as she worked to skin corpses caught with her strange snare. Hunting could only keep the young woman busy for so long, of course; not much time had passed before she felt the urge to wander the corridors.

Athletic, golden body exited the cave claimed by two Kimaris children, feet following a familiar path laid out for homes of the Anathema wolves (or in the case of herself and Citlali, Anathema coyotes). She'd explored the caves in the past, but couldn't get enough of the construction. Naniko had explained that the structure beneath the ground had been there when the pack was founded, yet she thought it was impossible. Nature did lots of things, but making homes for the lost was not one of them. Someone had to have created the winding set of caverns.

Fiery eyes glanced into empty rooms, half-expecting bodies to be within; she was disappointed each time. Her addition to Anathema had lead her to meet few. Alaki, Naniko, Theodore, Selene. It wasn't enough for her tastes, as she expected more from what was considered family. She had known all of her family that lived in the confines of Eterne. She wanted the same thing in the subterranean pack.

Passing a nearly empty home, she paused; the golden fur of another creature caught her gaze and brought the subtle curiosity back into her mind. Another wolf, but with features unknown to wolf kind. His fur was akin to her own. Something about the boy was not the same as others of the pack. Without caution, she approached the home, moving into the entrance easily and resting a hand upon rocky wall. No words came in greeting, though she did not lift her eyes from his body. Only a soft clearing of her throat gave her presence away apart from a new scent on the air.



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He turned to find an unfamiliar sight. It was rare for him to lay eyes upon someone with similar hues as him. But that was also all there was to it, and she was a stranger to him as so many were in these caverns. He was not annoyed by the interruption, for she had spoiled nothing with her presence. His sunset eyes revealed mild curiosity at best, and that was all there was to it. Arms rose up and crossed as he took a step towards the visitor. Yes, for that was what she was, right? Her scent was not foreign to him—fresh smells were quickly picked up when all the wolves lived so closely together in a place with air more stagnant than up in the free.

He should just be grateful to have others take initiative, but it did not help him appreciate this opportunity. This female’s scent was one of the more recent ones to arrive to the caves. ”Do you enjoy living in the dark?” he wondered, voice flat without devotion to a conversation. He was likely to come off as indifferent to her, but it was just his way of being. The fallen prince harboured many flaws, and interacting with other canines was not one of his strengths.


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He seemed unperturbed by her interruption in his life, and it intrigued the woman more than it probably should have. Fiery eyes watched in silence as he turned and looked and then crossed his arms and took a step forward. Long fingers twisted through dark locks as she stepped backward; it wasn't fear, but perhaps a sense of wariness that was honed in her childhood within Eterne. His question struck her as odd. Do you enjoy living in the dark? Did she? Was the dark truly what she enjoyed about this place?

"Aye am unsure. In maye home, we do not live within the confines of the caves. Not all of us, at least." Her head turned to glance over her shoulder before she reclaimed a step between them. His seeming apathy didn't seem to cross her mind; had Miqui not shown her that some were simply not social creatures? Instead, it pressed her to desire more. "The Atotoztli live in caves, with the Mamexi ahnd her people," she continued, for that is how it was. She, on the other hand, lived within a home. "Who are you. Aye am Tlantli Kimaris." The introduction was perhaps a bit rushed.

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The unfamiliar patterns in her accent caused blonde ears to twitch slightly, but it was the only visual reaction the woman was met with as she spoke. She said she was uncertain, as was he, though he was becoming accustomed with this way of life. He quietly fought against settling in his new home, but perhaps his mind unconsciously wished for a place where he could settle down without forever vivid thoughts of flying away from this place. He could turn away and leave this place forever if he so wished; no one would keep him back. No ties were too thick to be cut off. He had already taken the largest step and lost his family’s love.

She spoke of another home, so perhaps she felt the same way he had. He had come here because accepted the consequence of his actions. What was her excuse for being here? Perhaps the words she spoke should have been recognized by the young boy, but he knew very little about his own blood. Her name, however, was familiar ears slightly too large for a pure blooded wolf. In his veins ran the muddle essence of Kimaris. Perhaps they were kin, but past actions had already established how little family truly meant to the young male.

”Itachi Lykoi,” he answered, for once offering the surname that did not rightfully belong to him anymore. But his blood had not changed, and he saw little reason to change his name to something less inappropriate. In the end it was only a name, and it did not matter. Perhaps he did not need one at all, but he went along with the name that had been given to him shortly after his birth; Itachi Lawliet Lykoi.


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Another crappy post. SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

The golden wolf moved very little, and it caused the Kimaris' red-orange eyes to wonder in his stillness. She was unused to such lack of movement; movement was indication of life. Something about his still body spoke to her, however, and gave more to the younger male's presence. As he spoke his name, her own ears flattened and twitched; it was not familiar to her. Itachi Lykoi. It had no importance in her past, not like her name might have meant to him. The faintest of a smile crossed sandy yellow lips. "Eetahchi. Ess an interesting name, Eetahchi."

Without waiting for an invitation, she allowed herself to slip past the hybrid and into the den she assumed was his. Her head turned, seeking out something that gave more interest to the space, but there was nothing. It truly was a blank area. She turned on her toes to face the Lykoi. "Rock walls make for defficult decorasions, hm?" Her arms crossed over petite chest as she voiced her question. It was luck that enabled her to have Citlali, who made things that could be utilized as decoration; perhaps without him, her home would be just as bland.

"Maye son, he makes things. Mayebee you would want something. To break ahp the space here." Her offer was simple, and direct. If he said no, so be it. She wasn't going to dictate the home of a male she only just met, but she wouldn't hide away the chance to give a bit of comfort to someone else's area. Home was where one felt most comfortable. It was something she was desperate to experience.



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It was indeed an interesting name. His mother had not harboured much love for him—not of the conscious kind anyway—and her son had developed similar feelings in response, though he was of a flawed design. There were dark taints in his parents’ blood, and perhaps that was why his cognitive development seemed so different from the rest. But he did not ponder about these things, just accepted it as it was. He was different and was willing to live with this, for there was no other way for him to be, and he did not care enough about the rest of society to make amends for his way, which were often unacceptable in the eyes of others.

”My mother cared little for me, and the name emphasises that,” he replied, not shy with revealing the truth standing behind the name his mother had chosen for him. It was unlikely that the orange eyed woman knew the meaning of his name, but he would not clarify unless she asked him to. Sunset gaze followed the woman’s form as she invaded into his personal space further; taking in the emptiness of what should be a home. Home was where the heart belonged, but his remained within its ribcage prison, and he had yet to find a reason why he should make more out of this cave he had claimed.

He didn’t know that rocky surfaces would make it difficult to decorate, for the mere thought of decorating this room had never been genuinely considered. ”Perhaps,” sounded the dull reply, revealing more indifference about his surroundings. He stored the information about a present son of hers in Anathema, but he was not eager to take up the offer. Perhaps it was impolite of him, but he was not a creature familiar with socialising beyond what was necessary. He did note the general friendliness she treated him with, but responded poorly. He thought of a vocal response to offer her, but found none to express his opinion well enough. ”It’s not necessary,” he said, settling on a mere decline.


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Crap post. O.O HOMG, I am sorry.

While she took inventory of his home, she pondered his words about his mother. Her own had never put much into the life she led within Eterne, and it was surprising to find a soul who shared apathetic maternal interaction. Still, Tlantli wondered just how true the seeming facts were. As she offered him trinkets her own 'child' created, her mind twisted about how to approach the subject; it was something she found interesting, but she didn't want to anger or offend the hybrid male.

He declined her offer and she turned to face him, giving a subtle nod in acquiescence to his wishes. "Aye sometymes wondehr if even careless madres don' still lahv their children." It wasn't the best start to a new branch of conversation, but it was the easiest address. Fiery eyes narrowed and focused on the face and features of Itachi as she waited. Something about the young man was comforting, but also unnerving. Leaving the talk of mothers in the past, she pushed forward into new subjects.

"What do you do here, Eetahchi? Aye haft met few people who ahre so young liek you ahre." In fact, she hadn't met many young adults at all. The only young Anathemeans she'd come into contact with were puppies. More specifically, Jackson. Everyone else was older than she, and she hadn't bothered to ask what role they played in the world of the caves.



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Itachi’s mind was mature enough to grasp that while his mother had more or less failed him, she probably did love him to a certain degree. The fact that he was still alive proved this, as a mother could easily end an infant’s life if her grudge was strong enough. He owed the woman his life and it was unlikely that he would ever seek to harm her unless she proved to be a threat. Self preservation always came first, but he carried no grudges for the woman that had given him life. ”She probably did,” he answered. She had probably done what she thought was right, but he did not wish to dwell on his mother and her motives, for she was a closed chapter. Inferni was a closed chapter, and he could never return.

There were several pack members younger than him living here in these caves, but he guessed he still belonged to the younger generation here. He was uncertain what she meant, but figured he should come up with a reply anyway, if nothing more than to soothe her apparent curiosity. ”I’m an adult in the eyes of the pack and train to become a warrior.” Members here were of various ages, so was his age so significant? Had she meant something else? Her accent was strange and could be misinterpreted, he supposed.


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Weird flirting from weird coyote lady? Idk. >.> Sorry for the wait, Libs.

Their conversation about mothers was over, and Tlantli had no desire to return to it. The topic dropped. It was buried with something new. Her orange-red eyes watched Itachi, full of curiosity and vague appreciation for his hybrid features. His reply to her question was simple, and it sufficed to give the answer she had desired. As well as being an adult now, he was going to be a warrior. Her head turned slightly, surprised but not surprised all in the same moment. "Warrior. Si, aye see it. Aye think you would be good as a warrior. Magnifico, no?" It wasn't a compliment. She believed anyone who desired to fight would make a good soldier, a good protector. Miqui had been a warrior, and his younger, golden sister bore the skills that so many lacked. Another step in making Metetztli proud.

She didn't ask before dropping inelegantly atop his pile of blankets in the corner, stretching out athletic legs and rubbing the joints of her knees. "In maye home, aye think you would quickly be bodyguard to some delusional house." The de Viteri or the Tzatzi, both so deep in a family feud and far into the world of the Atotoztli, would probably be proud to have a golden protector for their households. Even the Kimaris would take him. The faintest smile crossed a wheat-hued muzzle. "The powerful ahre always looking for strong protectors." Perhaps her words had crossed into subtle flirtation, but Tlantli never openly admitted to such things.



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She seemed optimistic, but she knew nothing of this boy. Why was it that she could speak so confidently about him without viable facts to judge him with? He found it strange, and was not blinded by the well-meant compliments rolling on top of heavily accented voice, for yes, that was how he interpreted her words. He knew not if it was the right path to choose, but he had been given a choice and had considered several options. Perhaps he was his mother’s son after all, but he believed that was all there was between him and his estranged mother. Their worlds had separated and were not likely to meet again. Would Halo’s remaining blade aim for his heart if they did?

Her movement could have inspired anger in the younger male as she dropped down on the top of his sleeping area, but he was not a material creature. It was only ridiculous to tie emotion to piles of expendable blankets. If anything, they were a sign of weakness, for a wolf needed no such thing as a blanket and a hollow cave of his own. Instead he listened to her words and wondered about the eyes that held such a familiar red. She spoke of houses, but Itachi was not knowledgeable enough to understand the meaning of it, for he only knew the local ways of things. Her home was not here either. ”Where do you come from?” the young warrior wondered, fishing for information.


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Tlantli found it easy to interact, having never been a shy child. Socialization was boring. People, however, were entertaining. The subtle, rather coy smile that so rarely broke past her trademark apathy remained bright and shining upon her features as she watched Itachi from his bed. It hadn't occurred to her that invading his space as she had was rude — it was only a possession and, though she did not like others touching her things, she felt it would be trivial to turn aggressive for something so simple. Of course, her life was different than his. Perhaps his home was so simple, so plain, and he coveted his possessions like buried treasure found beneath the sea. She would have no way of knowing. No way at all.

He did not, however, turn angry. Instead, he listened. As he listened, she watched. Fire eyes studied his posture and the absence of movement. It was as if Itachi was a statue, to be viewed by the public and immoveable. Quite a feat. By the time she heard his question, she was so wrapped up in the task of watching him for the most minute movement that she didn't answer immediately. For the briefest moment, she forgot her past. With a few quick blinks, it all came back. "Eterne. You would not know ahf it. Not unless you haft gone there." Beautiful Eterne, amongst the ruins of ancient human civilizations. Beautiful, delusional Eterne. She almost missed it.



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She might find it strange to talk up to him from her seat. After a moment of invisible ponder, the blonde male slowly stepped forth and sat down beside the older woman, of course allowing room for their personal space. He was not a sucker for maintained eye contact, so he turned his gaze away toward the exit of the cave that was hidden behind a natural turn in the stone. Eterne, she said. The name was unfamiliar in his ears, for he knew very little of his roots. Halo had cared little about enlightening him about his family’s history. Her surname reappeared in his quiet mind. He knew Samael was the son of a Kimaris. Perhaps this great-grandfather had come from Eterne.

A short nod was given to her. He was too young to have gone anywhere. Itachi had not planned to linger here when he first had walked away from the clan, but it was no easy task going out on a long journey without a location in mind. He had little he wished to see and he was comfortable where he was at the moment. He disliked the thought of chains, but believed in himself still, though it was possible that he was already a prisoner here. It was difficult to say. ”Do the Kimaris originate from Eterne?” the youth wondered, making no effort to mask his light curiosity now when it had risen to catch his attention.


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He came to sit beside her, but maintained a focus on the opening to his home. Her own red eyes watched him in silence. There were certainly similarities in him that she saw in her family, though she was sure that those were anomalies in the world. He would have fit in back home. Even if he was a hybrid, he would have fit in. Her body twisted as she reclined further onto his bed, turning her gaze to the ceiling. His question surprised her, even more so did his curiosity. "Ahf course we do. It ess whar maye fat'er, Mantus, was born. It ess his family. There ahre not manee of us nao. Just mayesalf and maye siblings. It ess maye brothers who haft to spread the family; Astaroth ess dead, and he can not fat'er more children for Eterne. None of his came back anyways." Though she spoke lightly to begin with, her voice turned cold. Astaroth had fathered children, she knew that much, but she had never heard of her brother bringing back his firstborn as he should have. Now, since he was dead, there was no hope that he would ever bring back his firstborn.

The pride of the Kimaris lineage was left to Miqui and Imacai, herself and Xochime, Citlali — all appeared in the eyes of the warrior woman to be lost causes. Imacai and Miqui were strong, but she didn't believe they loved their family enough. She was a girl. Girls were important, but girls could not perform ehecatl; she would never make her family proud the way Astaroth had. A huff of hot air expelled from her lungs as she gazed upon the top of the den. "Aye haft never seen Kimaris outside of Eterne. Not baye name, aht least."



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