Break and bind yourself to me

Itachi Lykoi · 02-19-2012, 11:30 AM

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Gemstones clinked ineloquently within the hems of his black and crimson coat as he moved from the improved ruins of what was likely to be his future. He didn’t feel the magic toss and turn within his chest, but now he knew what he wanted included in his quiet life. Perhaps he always had known, but never acknowledged the simple desires of his careless heart. Life would be easier without strings holding him back, but as he twisted and turned at his options and their alternatives, he found that while it most definitely had a price, it would be worth it.

The scarce home he had brought China to was nothing more than one of the more recent spots he had used as a sleeping place. Almost every member of Salsola had long since picked a home they had made theirs, but Itachi had never found the need to claim something specific and real for himself. But China had brought change, and he saw no reason to resist something that seemed more and more to be some sort of blessing. He hadn’t wished her to come into his life, but she had, and he couldn’t be anything but grateful for this. But he didn’t know how she saw all this. She had run away before and could do so again.

The silver, song-less bird had remained with him for quite some time now, and had shown no visual desire to flee once more. It was her choice whether to stay or go, but he thought things were different this time around. She could choose to remain with him forever if that was her wish, and he would dedicate his future to keep her safe and happy. Unfortunately, he had already ruined something precious between them. He had pretended not to understand the question her voiceless lips had begged from him. But he had understood it, and he also knew the answer. But, it was a frightening thing, this one, simple word. It was everything.

Pale feet carried him back to the place where the two of them currently shared their nights, and it was his wish that she would be there when he arrived.

China Rose Lykoi · 02-21-2012, 10:54 PM

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She awaited him, as she always did, in the small den in central Borgata Colotl. Although infrequent trips gave her a little knowledge of the surrounding area, her living nightmares kept the girl's silver wings clipped, and she never strayed far. Few others even knew of her existence in this wicked, wonderful realm - There was the dark woman, Siv, who had magic and fire. She had enthralled the songbird, and China had been building herself up to seek out the woman again, and learn more of the ancient truths she had shared. There was, of course, the other - That smooth, deep voice that she had heard arguing with Itachi in the midst of her feverish recovery. The owner of that voice was still unknown, but it had not returned here since, and thus she had lived the past moon in a strange serendipitous bubble of peace.

The quiet had done wonders for the girl - Although a social creature by nature, it seemed she had needed such solitary time to lick her wounds, to be replenished. Maybe Itachi had known that. He had never forbidden her from leaving his den, but nor had he been pleased the night she had wandered out, and his displeasure alone had been enough to enforce on her that leaving was unfavorable. Sometimes, the wind would wail and moan outside, and she would stand in the tousled sea-breeze and remember the feeling of flying. The ocean would sing to her, lulling her back, calling her to the Summer-world.

But she remained, this fickle unearthly creature, bound by the invisible ties of love, struck earthly by the breaking of silver wings. She was bound to this place now, even though the return of her strength often brought with it the return of the desire to wander, the desire to roam.

She filled such restless energy with tasks, simple domestic duties that she hoped would please Itachi. His den was impeccably clean; in his various absences, she had swept out some of the un-compacted dirt with a make-shift broom made from handfuls of dried reed, tied at one end with a strip of old leather. She had gathered pine-nettles, and used them to make a soft downy mattress on which to put pelts for sleeping. Itachi did not have many belongings to keep in order, but those that he left behind were cleaned, and placed neatly within the small chamber. Her own belongings remained in the small woven satchel, un-opened since her arrival here. Occasionally she would glance at the bag, and see within it the familiar lump of her reed pipe, the bundle of her denim skirt - But those were things which remained untouched, and gathered dust in the corner of the den.

Itachi had left earlier this day, and she had waited until he was gone before rising. There had not been much to do. She had left the den only briefly, and headed to a nearby pool of fresh water, cleaned and filtered by the sand deep beneath the ground and filled continually by the ebbing and flowing of the tide. She had washed her body - A strange habit for creatures not used to the necessity of humanistic hygiene, but a therapeutic one nonetheless. A glance at her appearance in the rippled water had shown a strange parody of the beauty China had once been - Her eyes were weighed with deep shadows, and her cheeks more pronounced than when they had been rounded with the beauty of health. Dainty fingertips probed her face, watching as her mirror-self did likewise. A thought occurred to her, and she disappeared back to the den before returning to the pool once more, this time with a dagger in hand. Leaning over the pool so as to see her reflection, China smiled thinly at herself, and got to work.

By the time she returned, it was much later in the day. She settled the knife back in amongst Itachi's meager belongings, before combing her hand through her once-again-short hair. The soft grey sprung back, clean after being washed, and now back into its short bob once more. A soft smile entertained her lips at the fresh feeling of it.

The soft sound of approaching footsteps made the girl's large satellite ears twitch. She froze instantly, but melted back into movement as the rhythmic sound of the walk became familiar. Moving quickly to the entrance, the girl peeped her head out, sweet Lapis Lazuli seeking the familiar golden form cloaked in charcoal and red.

Itachi Lykoi · 03-04-2012, 09:06 AM

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Only a handful of individual were able to detect pleasant emotion when it occasionally rose to soften the angles of the Lykoi Prince’s blonde face. As he approached the sad excuse for a home, silver, blush and darling blue peeked out to observe his approach. Ebony pupils hugged by sunset irises noted the change immediately, and the strict, horizontal line of his lips softened secretly at the unanticipated change. It was likely true that the silenced songbird had not taken proper care of her exterior in a similar degree as in the past, but it hadn’t been his place or wish to bring attention to shallow matters.

But now, he thought he saw a sign of continued progress. Itachi rarely smiled, and never laughed, though there was much joy behind the steady features of his masculine face, hidden beneath the slightest smile. He ought to feel nervous, but everything about China Rose Lykoi was strange and slightly wrong in a very right way. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel around her. But the thought of the bird running away was one he couldn’t favour despite his attempts to obtain objectivity about the two of them. Once, when they had touched for the very first time, there had been fire. It was very different now, though that same fire still existed, deep inside where he suspected his heart could be.

They weren’t a true couple in any sense, but Itachi’s lone goal was to try to take care of her. She could run if she willed, but his opinions about this messy matter had been granted much time to develop over the last year. It had turned out he wasn’t untouchable as he had previously thought. It was time for him too to blossom in his own sense, if she remained here. Her continued existence would bring tremendous change. As he came closer to the entrance, pale fingers reached with the unchained desire to touch her freshly cut hair. A greeting and acknowledgement of promising change.

China Rose Lykoi · 03-04-2012, 10:45 AM

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Rounded pupils drank him in, thirsty for the sight of him. She had grown so terribly dependent on the man - For company, for physical and mental sustenance. It was surely unhealthy the way she craved him, the way that her entire being had molded itself about his existence. But in this world there was no plastic therapist to tear apart her fragile happiness, no false taboo in which to fester guilt. Wrong though their relationship may have been, being with Itachi was the only thing that could and would ever make China feel right, in the way she so desperately deserved.

She caught the unspoken happiness in his expression, the emotion that lingered beneath a mild exterior. The golden man had never been one for excessive displays of love or hatred, but she had stopped expecting that from him a long time ago. The girl (more, a woman, trapped in a body of seemingly eternal youth) had come to adore his subtleness, for then it seemed like each emotion was felt more genuinely, more truly, than when shown by others.

Had she been a scholarly creature, she might have noticed progress, as he had. She might have realized that he smiled more now than he ever had before - Might have realized that her presence was slowly changing him, too, just as his was her. While he was cooling and stabilizing the reckless burning of her fickle flame-like nature, she was bringing him flourishes of life, of wildness and lust and color and love.

He came straight to her, and she held still, allowing his seeking fingers to brush against the new sharpness to her silky grey hair. Rounded eyes watched him, eagerly seeking approval within shades of soft sunset and bleeding ruby. Once, even this small touch would have made her tremble with fear and illness - Now, she accepted it, enjoyed it even. Her wings were mending, albeit slowly. "Itachi," The girl's voice was the faintest whisper, a chiming note of beautiful music heard from far away. It was not the first word she had spoken to him, since living here - But her voice was returning brutally slowly. Her song was rusty, uncertain, and where once her greeting might have spanned many notes and melodies, it was for now restrained to the singular chirp of his name.

She pulled back from his touch, deeming the contact to have gone on for long enough, and moved out of the doorway and back into the depths of the small den to allow him room to enter. Her hands, softly blushing, folded within one another and fidgeted - Like a small child, she was eager to hear of his exploits, eager to see what he had retrieved from the world beyond. But Itachi would never be hurried, and he had taught her some manner of patience. Thus, she remained silent, dark lashes fluttering sweetly about excited eyes of eggshell blue.

Itachi Lykoi · 03-10-2012, 04:14 PM

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As unworthy fingers were granted their wish to lightly trace the softness of his muse’s silky smooth locks, memory insisted this was the same silver painted, eerie creature he had met within the shell of the lost civilization’s forlorn creation previous year. It seemed to him that her presence had existed in his life always. Did that make these foolish dreams and desires of him worthwhile though? It was tremendously difficult to interpret his own feelings, for he so rarely found that he had any.

The touch of her nearly forgotten voice reached sensitive audits, and almost tempted forth a smile on his barely curled lips. Itachi judged this to be a sign of healthy recovery, though found it strange that keeping her here could allow her health to improve. ”China.” He was not a creature of sunlight and summer as she was, and would have found it much more natural for her to wilt in his care. The sun and the moon couldn’t dwell on top of a clear sky simultaneously for more than a few, sparse moments.

His quiet songbird retreated back into the depths of the home that he had shared with her for some time though. He remained still for a few more moments, considering the amount of trouble that was building up behind his back. It was about time the rockslide fall into motion. He wanted her to be safe here, but she wasn’t. But Itachi did not desire to judge Sirius to be a cruel liar. His King should know who this young female was.

Crouching down by the entrance of what should no longer be their residence, pale lids fell down to partly obscure the colourful harmony of his unique irises. China seemed to think this to be an ordinary day –why wouldn’t she—but he was not here to stay. He had come to get her. The golden Lykoi didn’t know how she would react to the mediocre sight that would meet her, but he knew he hoped for a smile. ”I'd like to show you something.” Soft tones expressed only a hopeful request.

China Rose Lykoi · 04-01-2012, 12:54 PM

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To hear her name fall from his gilded maw, in that soft, gentle voice she so adored, was enough to bring a sweet smile to the girl's delicate features. She was a simple creature, by no stretch of the imagination overly intelligent, nor crafty, nor really very good at keeping herself alive. Some ancient survivalist instincts had been bred out of her, or forced out of her - By lineage, by individuality, or perhaps by continual influence of drugs. The method mattered not. Merely, China was not a creature fit for a hard existence, and nor would she be able to survive one. The fragile existence she currently had with Itachi offered just the right amount of nurturing and security for her to bloom; Like a pale flower turning its head, at last, towards the golden sun. She could never remember a time she felt happier, or more at peace - Yes, the terrors came, and lingered sometimes beneath her eyelids, but they always went. Besides, she could no longer remember a time when they hadn't existed in the first place.

Soft gaze waited expectantly, but Itachi did not enter their scrappy dwelling. His muscular form remained paused in the doorway, lingering with an uncertain feeling emanating from his posture. It filled her with an innate dread - All newness, all change, was to be feared, and even this strange little pause of his was unusual enough to put her ill at ease. Her expression was sharp with attentiveness, wide, owlish eyes lingering on his crouched shape, out in the light of the day. His soft request began to pool dread in her stomach, for it seemed more tentative than usual, but she struggled into an optimistic expression. "Yes?" Another heartbeat, and it became obvious that he was not going to enter the den she had so meticulously cleaned and prepared for his arrival - Not going to sit down in their usual ritual, and show her some little things he had found on his forays beyond the small area she now recognized as a bleak, but mildly comfortable, home.

The silvery girl inhaled deeply. She had utmost trust in Itachi; Too much trust. He was everything. A soft sigh released some of her tension, and the fragile smile returned. Once, she had bid him to come with her; They had run through the woods together, full of abandon, wild and free. How the songbird longed to have such release again, but she had come to love the bars of her cage; Come to recognize this prison as the only true safety.

With light steps, she moved back to the entrance, stepping out to stand in the silky golden sunlight with him once more. Her hands folded neatly together, the fingers fidgeting against one another, but the smile she offered him was genuine, and loving. "What is it?"

Itachi Lykoi · 04-04-2012, 10:20 PM

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The fragile little thing rose from the darkness of which she never had or would belong to. Gilded pelt almost bristled at her approach from darkness into the light. A creature such as she should never have to be hidden away. It was his fault for taking her away and placing her away from the world. It wasn’t fair, and he knew this. But this was the time to make amends, and he could everything so clearly now. A blind man wouldn’t know what he lacked unless he knew what it was to see. It was a breath-taking experience in itself.

Her sweet hands folded together, fidgeting. What caused her to feel uncomfortable? Pale hands moved with the intention to cup her blushing fingers. Sunset eyes wished to linger there, but travelled up to ponder at that perfect smile. The corners of his lips responded, unconsciously, and he would never know. Perhaps his need for touch was carried by the underlying fear to lose her to the waste. He had never wanted to become attached, but he didn’t resist her chains.

”Come with me,” pleasantly curved lips pleaded, as his hands lightly pulled at hers. There wasn’t much more he could say at this stage. He didn’t know if this would be pleasant or dreadful for her. Winged creatures weren’t meant to be locked away, but it wasn’t his intention to keep her imprisoned. It had to be her choice. His feet directed them to the west, deeper into the lands, where a future possibly existed.

China Rose Lykoi · 04-11-2012, 12:15 PM

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He was still an enigma to her - The girl had no idea what thoughts went on beyond those entrancing eyes of warm blood and royal magenta. Her conscience was not built for riddles such as these; She was content to allow him his secrets. That was how it had always been, and would always be, for as long as he cared enough to keep her alive.

Warm palms folded over her cold, blushing digits, and the girl stilled, but did not retract from the content. The unsure smile on her sharp, fox-like maw curled, grew shy. Contact with him was still an uncertain thing, but she was beginning to get wisps of nervous pleasure from it again. She was beginning to trust in this new, fragile world; Beginning to genuinely believe that there was stability here, that there could be a permanent happiness for her here.

His gentle request was accompanied by a tug at her hands. The girl shifted her barely-existent weight from one foot to the other, small pearly-white teeth gnawing pensively at the black of her lower lip, salmon tongue appearing to lick quickly at her nose. Then, one hand lowering so that the other could twine fingers with his, she nodded quickly, her short charcoal hair bobbing about her prettily blushing face.

He led her from the little den she had come to know as a cramped, but safe, home. They headed west, into a land she had not explored; her only ventures had been into the nearby copses of the forest, and only then, within a small radius of the little dwellingplace. Blue eyes were wide with wonder as they took in the strange skeletal remains of the castle, scattered about the landscape as though a giant had thrown them there, in the midst of some fantasy tantrum. Like huge teeth, long weathered grey stones sprouted from the earth; Some lined by crumbling stone walls that raced along hills, and hid secrets amongst their shadows. Some old houses remained, most without roofs, like strange stone squares that had been bashed and scattered. They were overgrown with weeds and vines, still pinched and dead with winter's bite.

But China could sense the beauty in this bizarre human graveyard, this strange fairy-tale place that was haunted by its own travesty. There was something terrifying, something thrilling, about the harshness - The wildness. The air was crisp in her lungs, and every now and again Itachi would have to pull gently at her hand to keep her moving.

They were following a long stone wall, the ancient remnant totally eroded in some areas, leaving its elegant line broken. Out beyond the shadow of the main castle ruins, where the sun seemed to have more color; Where the hills rolled away. It was peaceful and quiet out here. Sensing that they were nearing their destination, China's owlish gaze tore itself from the surroundings to continually check Itachi's expression.

Itachi Lykoi · 04-28-2012, 04:35 PM

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The willing manner in which her fingers intertwined with his pleased the golden hybrid greatly and he took time to ponder at her ability to satisfy his initially hollow vessel. Never would he attempt to take anything from this silvery creature with force, but it seemed she alone was able to offer a sense of concrete purpose in his life. He had not anticipated developing dependence on another, but her soul had entrapped him from the moment their eyes had engaged, daytime blue against sunset. It made him want to strive to become something better, and he wished to make her an offer that perhaps, perhaps could coerce her into wishing to remain. He didn’t dare to expect her to stay once her wings were mended enough to take flight. It was the closest he had come to fear.

Words didn’t have to crowd the tranquillity that surrounded them as he brought her into the remains of another species’ world. When he reached the area that he had claimed as his earlier this very day, his fingers lightly squeezed hers. Scarlet eyes spiced with traces of purple finally lifted to hers, wondering what she saw. Their eyes saw two different worlds, and he didn’t know what she would make of this. ”This can be yours, if you want it.” Now, his uncertainty became prominent, and he found the sensation alien.

He stepped past the crumbled stone walls and looked to the left, where a taller skeleton of what had most likely been some sort of room once upon a time. It lacked a secure roof, which wouldn’t be difficult to arrange. There was more space—and more importantly, this area lay in the heart of Salsola’s Kingdom. It was difficult to imagine that a violent intruder would ever have what it took to reach these parts. ”I want my home to be yours.” It was difficult to express his emotion and desire into words. He didn’t know the reasons why she clung to him as he did to her. He didn’t want it to be out of simple necessity.

He did remember the soundless question she had asked him, and he knew his answer.

China Rose Lykoi · 05-23-2012, 02:15 PM

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The approached a construction, half reclaimed by the wilderness around them. The field grew up and about the decomposed hut, slowly swallowing the crude and harsh angles that humanity had made, making the architecture softer, more organic. A strange fluttering began in her stomach as the pair approached the little dwelling, and her hand gripped tighter to Itachi's. She knew, before he even voiced it, before he even drew breath for words; Startled eyes, round and full of a purer universe, gazed up at the little home he had chosen for them.

A strange tightness gripped her chest, but it wasn't unpleasant, and she recognized it for the first time as pangs of longing. His hand slid from hers as he stepped in through the crumbled doorway, and China waited only a moment before following him. Dappled light came in through the gaping hole in the ceiling, scattering soft warm patterns across the compacted floor. It was small, but comfortable - Large enough for belongings, for primitive furniture, for the existence of a happy couple. For the existence of a small family. Again, her chest tightened, and one ivory and blushing hand lifted to press gently against the ache in her heart. Emotion welled within her, and if she's tears, she might have cried.

Itachi had spoken - He was looking at her intensely, his gaze attempting to read her, and she wanted to explain the overflowing sensation within her body. Instead, she moved lightly to his side, and her pink tongue darted out to lick delicately at a golden maw. It was an unexpected gesture of tenderness, one she hadn't been able to convey often since their reunion. But with all solemnity, her owlish gaze clung to his features, and her hand sought to take his again. "You are my home," The songbird said softly, and her smile was the most genuine one she had ever given. "Thank you," Softly, now, and as she stepped closer to his side, her eyes moved again to rove the little chamber.

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