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His cave remained empty and naked in the scarce light of sparkling flames. The songbird would die here, and he was the one that had forced her into the cage and closed the door. But this place had never been his; not really. It wasn’t hers either, and for the first time, another creature’s opinion had managed to creep beneath his skin and grant him a new infection that could seethe and burn beyond the flesh. But he belonged to no place, and the silvery shaded bird would soon be able to spread her wings again and fly far away from this place. She belonged with the sun and would wither in cruel darkness.

The flawed child of Inferni turned away from the sleeping girl and paced out of his dwelling on soundless feet. But he had no urge to wander far from her, for a light sense of paranoia clung to him like a lover would, and there were canines within these tunnels that he did not trust. This girl did not belong here, and it was only a matter of time before someone would speak up. Itachi would await their reaction and act accordingly. While he was not a physically impressive male, his mind knew determination well. He was a lonesome child wandering in the direction he pleased, but armed with devotion he would never stop.

He took a seat outside the mouth of his cave. Sunset eyes closed off from the world, but the dark underground had improved other, vital senses to be more aware of what happened around him.


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He had been an absent creature of late, prone to prowling the lands beyond the dismal darkness of Anathema's caves. Unlike some, Sirius was unable to totally adjust to the underground living. It was a practice of his to rise early, and return only when necessary.


There were many interesting things on the mountain. Wolves and Coyotes, some broken by the hard land, some merely visitors on its scarred surface. None of them seemed to appreciate the Terra for the power it held over their lives - Too many, these days, seemed to have fallen into a fanciful existence. Sirius was a practical man. He had seen death and felt the pinch of starvation, and the drive for survival was embedded in his very veins. The blood that coursed through him was blue and black and bright, bright red.


A similar red was seen lingering in eyes that glowed in the flamelight. The dark-pelted man was returning from a trial of a new type of snare, and he held the disassembled contraption in one hand and a dead hare in the other, slung lackadaisically over one shoulder. Dark bangs temporarily obscured the hunter's sharp apple eyes, flickering with a curious and calculative intellect. The boy, Itachi, was one he knew well - The golden-pelted youth lived in the cave beside him. Although they both seemed to frequent strange hours, there had been a few brief exchanges of words between the man and the boy before.


Itachi was an interesting specimen. Sirius was far too proud to be unnerved by his strange hollow intensity; He was a crafty soul, and saw the value and potential in all things. Regardless, the sight of the youth sitting in such silence was enough to draw the man to a halt.


He smelt the foreign smell on the golden youth, the same one that came from within the other's dwelling, and had done so for a few days now. He knew it to be a girl - A pretty thing, albeit wounded. She had smelt of Inferni, and that had been an interesting development indeed. But there was a code that the Revlis man lived by, and secrecy was key to that; It was none of his business, who his packmember chose to abduct from the mountain. If the girl was stupid enough to wander up it, then by all means, Itachi had the right to pluck her from whatever vine of stupidity and innocence on which she'd grown.


The hare was dropped to the compact ground with a gentle thud, and Sirius yawned broadly, although his sharp eyes showed no hint of tiredness. "Itachi," Tenor voice, smooth but brisk, broke the strange silence, "Care for some rabbit? I've enough to share," He loathed sharing what had been hard-won, but hunting had been fruitful of late, and ideas bubbled like a potent cauldron within the confined of his skull.


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Eyes opened and pursued the incoming shadow of a man with eyes of poison ivy. The young Lykoi’s presence did not go ignored, and the man halted instead of continuing past. The golden young one was not a moth, and would rather crawl into the lonesome darkness rather than to flap his wings and steer into the hypnotizing light. But this individual’s presence was not frowned upon, and the calm ice in warmly shaded eyes did not harden and seethe with the knowledge that silence would not be given the chance to stay. Itachi was many things, and to Sirius he was a friendly existence that did not couple up with others so that he could listen to his own voice.

Eyelids hooded the brilliant swirls of colours as his gaze followed the fall of the dead hare. He was not accustomed to taking meat from others, but it was an offer he saw no immediate reason to decline. His stomach was empty and had been for some time. ”It would be most welcome, Sirius,” he replied, allowing his maw to dip in silent respect for the undeserved kindness he was met with. Silence was his friend, but he could stand being apart from it if the alternative was bearable. Again, the youth’s unique eyes rose to the eyes of the other. Sirius had the eyes of the snake, poisonous and deadly—there was no doubt danger lurking within that colour.


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He watched intently as the boy surveyed the dead animal; When his acceptance of the offer finally came from such a silent maw, the man smiled. It was not a cruel smile, but sharp nonetheless - Slightly yellowed teeth glinted momentarily in the flickering flame-light, before being concealed again by an amiably curving maw. His method of manipulation did not come from the face, as so many others did, but from all things - With the offering of food, it had already begun.


Itachi was correct to wonder at the danger of the man. He was leanly built, almost rangy, and tall in height - A dark figure, distorted by his fastidious wish for cleanliness and a pleasing appearance. Perhaps some would call him vain, but the man simply preferred to present himself as a well-groomed individual, and it suited his slick handsome charm well. By comparison, the golden youth seemed eternally desirable to look upon, whether he knew it or not; he would undoubtedly be broader in the shoulders than Siri, displaying more of that chaotic wolfblood than the dark man. And his eyes, such an intense and spiraling bleeding hue; the coywolf had only seen the likes of them in Inferni.


Regardless, it was not his wish to pry. The past of the boy held little interest within venomous chemical-green eyes. Like clockwork, they ticked over his face, mechanical flickers of the pupil that drew in all of the boy's posture at once. It was an old hunting trick, and one that habit carried with him now - A sense of alertness that belied his relaxed posture. Itachi Lykoi... Itachi Lykoi. What use are you to me? What use could you be? There was so much potential within the silent youth, and the Revlis man could practically smell it oozing off of him. So much within the boy being ignored and wasted, when it should be properly honed. Such a waste!


He moved to sit across from Itachi, cross-legged. Dark bangs momentarily obscured the piercing lime of his eyes as the male reached for the hare. He had no knife, but dug in his claws, and after a short struggle ripped one lean hind leg from the carcass and lobbed it, still bleeding somewhat, to the other male. His fingers were damp and sticky, and the male's vibrant eyes looked on them with distaste; He had an intense dislike for the messiness of blood. Pink tongue appeared, fastidiously cleaning his hand, while the hare oozed gentle on the floor between them. The hunter's eyes were quick to return to Itachi, and he paused cleaning to ask in a mild tone, "So tell me - Who is she?" The boy had never displayed any open weaknesses to Siri before, but it was obvious that he was protective of the bitch within his cave. It was time to sink his claws in. A slightly bloodied serpentine smile accompanied the harmless inquiry.


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Individuals were different, and it was only natural for him to rank them in his mind. Few proved worthy of Itachi’s time, in truth, for they would clash so horribly with his quiet demeanour. For most it would be a most preferred match, for there were many that loved a man that could listen without interruption, but he cared so little for such creatures, vain and self-occupied as they were. Greed was a skill everyone shared here, but it was the way it was carried that affected him. Even the most loving mother would act in pure greed, harvesting her own contentment and happiness from that of her children. Perhaps that was why he did not let foolish hatred burn for his mother. She was just like everyone else, overall.

So what made the earthen shaded man with the poison eyes take interest in him? Thoughts did not spiral down around this unspoken question, for Itachi had not a burning desire to know. He was not eager to analyse every twist and turn in his existence. The flawed prince remained still as the older man sat down across of him. Eyes shaded with lines of polluted dusk rested on the rabbit as the large predator’s claws dug deep into skin, sinew and bone. Dead animals bled, but it was a slower flow when the working heart did no longer pulse. The smell of cold blood reminded him of death as well, and the young male thought of his father and how the sound of the rabbit’s tearing flesh matched with the one breaking silence when Eris had dug for the still warm liver.

But there was no trouble oozing forth in the blonde prince’s face. He was not traumatized by the incident. He ought to be, but as his father and the man before him, he carried flaws in heart and mind. Clawed fingers reached to receive the lean leg when it was offered. Patiently, the hybrid continued to let sharp nails dig and rip, removing remaining pelt that still hang on to the raw meat. A prepared meal could have elevated taste, but Itachi was far from picky, and the fresh taste of raw meat would be delightful as well, for it would be seasoned with the light golden male’s own hunger. Blushing hues of red rose to meet the owner of what had turned into a question.

Itachi did not turn to gaze into the darkness—he had no reason to; they both knew she was there. Who was he to deny Sirius the truth? ”A dreamer,” he replied, continuing to peel off some skin and fur. ”I found her unconscious at the pack’s borders and brought her here. But she can’t stay.” for surely this darkness would suffocate her and kill her song forever. Sirius too could detect which group she belonged to. The relationship between the coyote clan and this pack was so fragile, and he knew the girl wasn’t safe here. She knew too, and he hoped she would spread her wings very soon to save herself from the stalking cat.



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Itachi Lykoi was a creature short of words, but Sirius could respect that. Words were shifty things, easily pliable into weapons or defenses, but also easily dissuaded. Actions were much more difficult to edit and manipulate - Much more solid and dangerous. The man had been blessed early with an eloquent, silver tongue; a talent to behold when it was put into practice. With words he could control people's minds, but with actions, their bodies.


He had been watching carefully for any sort of emotional response to the discussion's abrupt focus on the sleeping girl, but was disappointed. At the same time, that disappointment was quick to fizzle into a frustrated approval. Itachi was only a boy, and yet already he had such self-mastery that most men could not conquer in a lifetime. Serpentine ivy eyes watched with narrowed pupils, calculative and curious.


The object of his attention was avoiding eye contact, peeling fur and skin from deep maroon flesh as he spoke in that strangely hollow voice. Was Itachi Lykoi a vessel? Sirius thought not. He had seen intelligence in those bleeding eyes, and knew better than to shun it with assumptions. It was time to tread the water carefully, so carefully.


His metaphorical mental claws remained dug into the girl. She was the only blemish on Itachi's otherwise seamless armor, and surely that made her some sort of weak point. She was not just come wanderer - Itachi was far too clever to risk bringing 'just some wanderer' back into the heart of Anathema. He risked punishment and her own safety by doing such a thing. Eyes flickered past the youth into the gloom of the caves and instantly back again, the hunter's habit making such a swift movement of the eyes almost invisible. "I see," He spoke in a calm voice that suitably covered the chaotic swiftness of his mind.


But she can't stay. No, indeed. She was Inferni's property, not the little Lykoi boy's, and it was well he knew such a thing. Anathema could claim her, but that did not seem to be a feasible option to Itachi. Curious, curious... "Why can't she stay?" His voice was gentle, but not condescending; It dipped as though to infer some sort of conspirators alliance between them. "She's a pretty thing. I'm sure you could keep her in there... Oh, I see. Anathema is too dark, too cold for the fragile miss, is it?" He followed a stream of conscious, hoping that it was the right one. Sirius needed to hook Itachi and reel him in, and he was relatively sure the girl's inability to remain in the underground chasms of Anathema was the key. "Such a shame that it is not within your power to keep her," A slight challenge flashed in venomous eyes, but the man's face was composed as ever as pink tongue returned to cleansing blood from stained hands.


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He did not yet know what he wanted from the silvery creature with the fluttery heart and eager song. They remained day and night, and this would never change. Perhaps this was all some wicked experiment he was administrating, using himself as well as her. But he didn’t think he had the required curiosity or effort to do such a thing. But a young mind had to wonder, and his curious was likely the only thing that kept them connected. There was a pull from China too, of course, but Itachi would never commit an act against his own will. Would there be a time when he had to face a superior with a no? It was likely to happen; for while he was settling in here, slowly but surely, a chain of true loyalty and dedication had yet to close around his throat and capture him. He was free, and forever would be. He was the one making the choices, even when others thought they made them for him.

The calm voice brought no change to the boy’s silent shell, but his mind wondered. What did Sirius see, he wondered. But thoughts would not linger on the man’s words without more than that, and he moved on to the question that was asked, though acknowledging the feeling of hollow hunger roused by the scent of weeping blood, cold or not. The question the older canine had asked had already been answered, but Itachi would repeat the one difference that should forever keep the two young souls apart. ”She is a dreamer,” he answered, watching a blood smeared claw run through smooth muscle. This was a fine, young specimen. He knew why the eggshell blue captivated him so. China’s eyes could see what he could not. Her world was two combined. She saw things as they were and how he could be. He could not follow her even if he wished to. Perhaps that thought should have burdened the young prince, but if it couldn’t be fixed, one had to accept it. He did.

A slight nod was given by a swift, bobbing muzzle draped with the traditional splash of colour to reveal his blood’s connection to the Lykois. Yes, Anathema was too dark for a creature of the light, and he did not wish to murder such a precious little being. There were enough evils in the world for her, and she would quickly wither without the sun’s caring caress. The last comment served him was peculiar. No doubt it succeeded at sharpening the younger male’s attention. Bloodied shades had all the patience in the world as they slowly climbed up to investigate poison jade. His constant calm could be views as a most magnificent skill, but the simple fact was that it was a fault in the male. People grew uneasy around him over time, and he believed he understood. But he did not care enough to make adjustments to his personality, for he depended on no one.

Was it a shame that he couldn’t keep the silvery female? ”Perhaps,” but he could not let thoughts drift and imagine another reality. For some it was a simple thing to let imagination soar, but for him it was not. Why dream about a different world when one was forever trapped in this one? ”It is as it is,” he continued, for he had accepted this long ago and had no desire to rage at the world. Sunset eyes lingered on the man’s green, for he had to wonder if the man was trying to get somewhere. There was no such thing as idle talk, and he pondered about the nature of Sirius’ motivation to speak of the topic in such a manner.


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This was difficult, but in being so, provided a challenge Sirius had not been posed with for a long time. So many individuals had such simple wants, but what lure could he possible propose to a soul that had already accepted its hand in fate? Had Itachi no desire to claim fate as his own? It was puzzling, for the boy seemed to have already made concrete decisions on things that, to a normal individual, were feasibly changeable. How could he, a young man, see claiming the girl within his cave as an impossibility?


Perhaps he fought it subconsciously. Sirius knew nothing of the pair's story, and he cared little to find out about it. What was useful to him was the present, not the past, and his own brisk personality found little interest in what was surely some miserably bland tale of youthful endurance. The only interesting aspect of it was Itachi himself - The girl could have been any other, and was useless to Sirius, discarded as anything but the wings by which to give life to plans, secret ideas, things thought of but not spoken.


Lime dipped momentarily to the blood that stained the boy's maw, and a flicker of distaste could be seen circling dark, livid pupils. So messy. It was strange that a hunter should have such a dislike of blood - It tasted good, surely, but it turned them into lesser beasts; With blood on their maws, they were as bobcats, or any other simple predator. Things could be achieved with so much more civility than they often were. It conflicted within him, these survival drives and urges for gentry - But in the end, Sirius was a Hunter, and a Hunter he would remain. There was nothing so unique as the anticipation of the hunt - He felt it now as he watched the boy with the bleeding eyes. Tread carefully; he is smart, oh, you can see it. Tread carefully.


His cleansed hand moved to rest fingertips gently against their companions of the other hand, a contemplative gesture that he then raised to tap against the end of his bearded maw. So many thoughts called for voice, but he was selective, a careful predator. Lime measured the other in silence a few beats, deciding the best approach. Itachi was clever, and no usual amount of weaving would do - He would attempt a different approach, then, a more risky one. "No," A slight smile curve against his own fingertips, which moved away to allow speech once more, "It is not, Itachi. Nothing is as it is." The words were not offered in an argumentative tone; he sought to provoke thought, not anger. "Only you and I are certain. We can know nothing but ourselves - Remember that." A shadow swum over those chemical eyes, and it was dangerous; a shark in shallow water. It disappeared as quickly as it had come.


One a whim, the Revlis man picked up the disassembled snare beside him, and tossed the pieces across to the ground before Itachi. It was a strange assemblage of leather strips and carefully sharpened wooden spires. "Can you tell me what this is? Or rather, what it was," His hands folded together now, strangely elegant and slender for their murderous capabilities. The test was before him, and the man watched the boy intensely.


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While jaws greedily reached to tear off large chunks of flesh, his hunger was under control. Rushing the meal would do no good, and he took pleasure in small things such as this simple meal with the presence of a mastermind. Yes, perhaps the flawed boy was a fool to assume the nature of the male before him, but he thought he could allow himself the chance of missing a step every once in a while. But smell and taste was ruined these days after what he had witnessed. It had opened the door for a new acquaintanceship with another canine, one that he had known nothing of until the day she appeared before a dying canine and revealed the depths of her unintentional wickedness. But she had captivated him, and Itachi could not resist seeking more answers once his curiosity peaked. Sirius was worthy of his time as well, if not in the future then at least now, while the boy’s attention was fresh and questioning.

The response the blonde youth received reminded him of the encounter with the male that currently held the rank as Rakeeb. The man had ridiculed his appreciation for black velvet dotted with light. He had revealed why, but Itachi, who had been more of a child then, had not accepted the reason he still viewed as rather pitiful. Sirius words insisted that he was wrong, but the hybrid could understand that he spoke these words because he thought them to be true. Considering the change of perspective offered by the older man, he found that he had to agree, though only to some extent. It was true that Itachi knew nothing but himself, but even his own mind could prove to be littered with unknown qualities and secrets. Would a creature ever know itself fully? These were interesting questions to linger on, thought he had to wonder about the likeliness of finding a genuine answer. Absolutely nothing was certain, he decided.

Bleeding eyes were drawn to the male’s hand and the disassembled object which moments later was thrown down before him. Such a strange question to ask. Lids hooded the glorious colours swirling around the boy’s attentive pupils, remained at the object before him. He knew it only because he had been unfortunate enough to risk stomping on a similarly made snare back when he had been a younger fool and lived with the clan. But did Sirius toss his line out into deeper depths for richer prey? Itachi’s mind did not follow common logic, but he would occasionally let go of the reins and expand his capability to analyse. This object could be so many things, and it all depended on the set of eyes that saw. It could be the beginning and the end, captivity and release, life and death. But the other man’s question was simple, and Itachi rarely offered unnecessary data. ”A snare,” he spoke, hollow gaze again climbing to the face of his current companion in pursuit of reaction.



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There was so much going on behind those bleeding jewels. Siri could sense it, could see it, but it frustrated him endlessly not to know it. The average soul was so easy to read, to find intention within a questioning gaze, within every orchestrated movement. The Hunter could read such things, a scholar to his art, and find reasoning to twist the mind to wills beyond its current comprehension.


But Itachi Lykoi's windows were fogged, and try as he might to persevere, to see past the stained glass, all that could be observed were murky shadows. A book written in a language his scholar's eyes could not read. Had he more patience, the man might have waited, might have played his game a little safer. But time was important, and there was a fire within him that demanded action over such extension. He wanted Itachi Lykoi, but he did not need Itachi Lykoi. The boy's own actions would decide his fate, and Sirius supposed that Itachi had known such a thing all along.


Men of the mind and not of the heart so often did.


The words offered were correct, but the Revlis man knew that his answer had gone much deeper. The game went on, regardless of whether the Lykoi boy knew that the master puppeteer had luminous ivy sights set upon him. "Correct," He spoke in a smooth, genial tone, without condescension. It was not in his interests to alienate the boy by treating him like a simpleton. "But it is more than this word, than this singular meaning," Cream hands with slender fingers reached again for the broken pieces, taking them carefully from the ground near the golden boy. His own eyes gazed, half with fondness and half with frustration, at the disassembled item. "Once it was a snare. Before that, too, it was a sapling tree; Fresh with life before I cut it down. Another time, it lived in the haunch of a doe, and it was strong and supple when she ran," He mused amiably, but there was a dark tone to the voice that sought the black-blooded prince.


He wound the leather strip carefully about his fingers, snapped it tight before slackening again. The sharp sound echoed listlessly in the caverns. "But now such simple things have been twisted by hands to form a snare. A trap that killed the hare you eat, but not its brother, who lives to see another dawn. A faulty design - mine, of course." He smiled with sharp crocodile teeth. Such consistent failure in design irked him. "We are so surrounded by traps, that sometimes we forget them for what they are," A gentle sigh, as though his mind wandered rather than prowled, "But family would keep us from the harm of the hunters snare. Had this hare been attentive to his kin, perhaps your stomach would still be empty."


Words sought purchase on slippery terrain. Acidic eyes lifted now to the youth's face, searching swiftly for reaction. "Tell me, have you family up here in the caves, Itachi?"


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Blonde ears perked at the words that offered him another depth. But a thought was only restricted by its owner, and without set boundaries, it could soar endlessly and embrace everything on its way. Before it was a snare, it was a sapling tree, Sirius revealed. The lifeless line that was the young canine’s mouth seemed to curl just slightly while hearing the older male’s well formulated sentences. Suspicion had yet to bloom properly within his empathic mind; though it was likely that he was soon to start to question the direction the topic was headed. But he had to applaud the man for his ability to seize his attention in such a way. But there were cracks in the ideas that the man with the chemical eyes wished to plant in Itachi’s head.

”Perhaps it was paying attention to his kin that led him to his doom,” Itachi said, offering a different possibility. The winter had been hard and a greedy creature would always work to minimaze competition. He thought of his grandmother that had refused to fall and the violet eyed man that had died by trusting an unknown son. One was not truly safe anywhere, not even amongst kin. He was the perfect example of this, and so Sirius’ point made less sense than it should. Salmon shaded tongue leaped out to taste the sticky maroon that stained otherwise pale fingers. ”There are others with Lykoi and Kimaris blood here,” he then said, moving to the question that was asked. But family meant so little to this male, so he had not done much to investigate on his own. But he knew of Eris and the Kimaris woman.


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The boy seemed unthawed by his pretty sentences, or was surely not intimidated by them. But again, this was as Sirius wished; he was the careful Hunter, and each word wove a new layer to the snare he built around the mind of the boy, Itachi Lykoi.


But the golden sinner was no doe, and nor was he a fool. The words, offered in gentlest yet eerily hollow tone, served to remind Sirius once again why it was that the youth had so intrigued him. They spoke of much deeper things, yet another listener might have skimmed along the surface, so simple deceived by the ease in which the two men sat.


Lime eyes remained coldly observant, drinking in each portrayal of thought that dared show itself on the boy's clever mask. He was so seamless, so flawless, in his nonchalance that the Revlis man would himself almost admiring the tact. But in the game the ocher male had fashioned between them, Itachi was no more than a pawn against Sirius himself - Itachi's immediate future held no winners or losers. The Revlis man was only playing for his own benefit.


Pupils narrowed at the youth licked daintily at his dirtied digits, and the words following provoked a stronger frown. "Blood," Dark bangs fell over sharp eyes, and it seemed he would have spoken further in such a harsh tone but for the pause that followed. When again Sirius spoke, his tone was as smooth as before. "Blood is not the only thing to make family, Itachi," As he spoke, the man again looked to the snare, crumbled in his hand. His mouth became a tighter line, and cool shadows fell over his downcast face. But again, the light voice came, "A family can be chosen - Chosen of those we feel are worthy to be our kin. Sometimes, those we choose will be the only ones who remain," Although cryptic, the words seemed to bring the man's previous demeanor of friendly calm back to him.


A pause, a yellow teeth were shown in a quick smile. "Sometimes, we have to choose who to follow, and place our faith in the fact that they alone are our true family. Wouldn't you agree?"


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Sirius continued to speak of this word, and it was so very clear that there were associations connected to this word to make it meaningful. It rang hollow and dull in the ears of the blonde monster, but he listened to the voice, for it was impregnated with a promise that he could not put his pale finger on. There was something that wanted to draw his breath away. Had he been less crippled, perhaps he would have swallowed every word blindly. But the flawed scarlet coating in the Lykoi’s eyes revealed that Sirius did not speak to deaf ears. Itachi had not had a choice the first time round, and it had resulted badly. There was a proposal interlaced in the snake eyed man, and Itachi didn’t want to turn away now.

”You want me to follow you,” the young male said, finding the answer as he spoke it. He did not want to be a part of any chain or connection. If Sirius wanted to call it family, then he was free to. The words and terms used mattered little as long as he understood. He wanted independence and loathed to see the chains approach him, hungry to devour who and what he was. But a choice always had to be made, and he would always follow his own interests to his best ability. Anathema was a place where he had found contentment, but there was more beyond the horizon. Perhaps it was time to move forward. He did not wish he could see what lay ahead, for he settled with acceptance. This could become quite interesting. The white queen’s beauty held him captive no more.


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There was a pause, as his words lingered on empty air, and acidic green meshed with bleeding ruby. Then the boy's words spilled out to break the hollow silence, and for a moment Sirius seemed to have not heard them.


Then, surprisingly, he laughed. The sound was rich and rare, molten chocolate to the waiting ears - Stranger still, it was genuine, and that keen and hungry glint to his gaze became vibrant with the cold flash of mirth. It had been foolish of him to use such pretty words, to waste such breath, on an individual who could sear through it like warm flesh. In retrospect, perhaps it had been necessary; They were both highly intelligent beings, for different reasons. But as the final chuckles that spilled from his elegant maw ebbed out into the darkness, the Revlis man regarded the boy with narrowed pupils. "Yes," His tone did not echo the previous jollity, but was brisk, businesslike. "I have chosen you, for you are wasted here. I know your potential, and I can offer it to you." There was a dark and sinful promise to the man's words, but without hesitating, he rose to his feet. The dismembered hare was taken in one hand, and the snare dropped casually to the ground at his feet.


He had no further use for it.


"Times are changing, boy. The choice is now yours." And with that, he turned and stalked off into the gloom, leaving the golden sinner and his silver songbird to the silence of the caves.


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