Deliver what you sold

Itachi Lykoi · 03-07-2012, 03:43 AM

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He was a disgraced thing, this fallen Prince of Chaos. Though this was merely in the eyes of others. In this sense, he was very close to invulnerable. The perspectives of others could be considered, naturally, but it was ridiculously rare for someone to pierce through the thick shell of supposed apathy that he had been born with. Sirius was displeased and disappointed, but Itachi had no magical method of amending errors of the past. He didn’t even consider his previous behaviour as faulty. Without a reason, why should he care for others and dedicate more than mere, shallow thoughts in their direction? But now, with a reason, he did not believe he would be named a disappointment again.

The day would fill with various duties if he willed it, and he that could wander for days without a specific task in mind was now in a position where he had to decide his priorities and line up the work after that draft. The new home had to be renovated into something that could be judged acceptable for a permanent residence. The crows also required more than he previously had given. He didn’t regret this laziness. The Lykoi stood by the choices he made and rarely took time to regret past actions.

Black wings ruffled behind him as he squatted over the dried rabbit meat he was slicing up into lesser bits for his subjects. He had no mentor to aid him in how to train the birds. All he could do was try, and there was some progress. They were sapient beings, even though they could not speak fluent versions of high speech. The crows’ low speech was completely different to that of the rodents that his mother had owned when he had still lived with Inferni, and he had started back on square one. The birds had already been tame for a while and were not confined to their cages except during the nights. But there was much work to be done.

Artemisia Eternity · 04-01-2012, 01:06 PM

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372 → *makes whale sounds of sorrow for the horrible wait*

The middle child was distraught, and no one else was to be blamed, at least not directly. She'd settled her mind on a task and refused to budge unless it proved lethal, which seemed both melodramatic and unlikely. At her own insistence she'd discussed with Molca how she might go about creating a system of long-distance, covert communication, but the slave had quickly proved herself once more to be a dimwit, so Arte had taken to stalking about the pack lands. In her own right, the Eternity child was a Princess of sorts, cut from a finer cloth than that of your average child. According to Eris, Larkspur had magical blood, but that gave her little comfort. Thus far she had neither magic nor title to lean on.

At some point during her wandering it seemed as if Molca had grown tired of tromping after the willful child and she dismissed the woman with a gesture. Surely she would be more useful to Eris, given that her child-rearing skills weren't something to speak of in a favorable light. The weir was nearing completion, and the thought of it send the foreign warmth of pride through her stomach. It felt undue, but hadn't she helped its progress? It took longer than anticipated for the child's orange-gold eyes settled on a figure she wasn't entirely sure she knew. Most of Salsola's members were known to her simply by their distinctive faces, or because she'd been told about them. He was one such creature, but his name escaped her. After a solid minute of staring impassively, Arte's legs urged her toward the golden boy (both literally and figuratively, though she knew nothing of his graceless fall).

Like him, she had things to be doing, but the charcoal birds with filthy wings and their annoying call were enough distraction for her. Beauty wasn't everything, though. It occurred to her that maybe they were just huddled around him without a real reason, but dismissed it. Surely he had better things to do with his time than enjoy the company of squabbling crows. Approaching at a wary pace, her gaze couldn't settle on one particular thing, so wavered between the man, the birds, and the wall behind him.

Itachi Lykoi · 04-04-2012, 10:39 PM

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Calm hues squinted at the approaching female shaded dark with her parents’ inheritance. They were the first children to be born to Salsola, and were truer Family members than most could ever hope to be. And they hadn’t worked to achieve this. Then again, that was not their fault either, and he was no judge. He should know the young girl’s name, but did not. Isolation was an effective information blocker. Had he been truer to duty, he would have visited the family when the litter was younger. All the things he hadn’t done kept fluttering within his mind, like shadowed moths against a dimming light, so useless.

This was an opportunity to greet her and get to know her. She was one of a growing number of D’Angeloes and Eternities, but a unique individual unlike any other. Throaty voices rose behind him, and a couple of his crows took wings and dived upwards against gravity. The Lykoi’s fingers adjusted their pace now when his attention had been directed elsewhere. Orange eyes like her tall, broad-shouldered father, but she didn’t have the darkness of their furs. It was strange how genetics worked with offspring, for none turned out the same.

Her pupils hesitated to meet his. Perhaps this was a display of shyness. His voice didn’t rise to welcome her, but his stare made it perfectly clear that she had his attention.

Artemisia Eternity · 04-11-2012, 02:01 PM

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She cared little for the duty of others when it didn't intersect with her own life. Whether or not his visit would have had an impact on her—then insignificant and small—life was debatable. Unlikely at best. So far in her roughly eight months of life she hadn't let anyone impact it aside from her mother, and maybe Magnolia. She liked the silver woman because she didn't play games. Life was so much easier when she didn't feel as though a divining glass was needed to decipher every word. She was capable, of course, but it was tedious and unnecessary most of the time.

A few of the ugly birds took flight upon her arrival, and she watched as they rose higher and put distance between themselves and the dark girl. Narrowing her gaze after them, she briefly wondered if there was someone larger and more intimidating to the feathered animals behind her, but didn't check. She would know if there was anyone there, and even now she was taller than most yearlings. Upon reaching adulthood, true adulthood, she would be as tall as Larkspur himself. It heartened her to know this, even as she advanced to where the Lykoi man sat, calmly watching her. Gesturing to the disappearing creatures with a pair of fingers, Artemisia dipped her head slightly; not out of shyness or reverence, really, but because it was the right thing to do. She was sorry if her appearance was the reason they left, but not sorry enough to mention such a thing aloud. That much at least, was true. Quickly changing the direction of her attention to something more interesting than whether he approved of her chasing his companion's away, her cadmium colored eyes quickly settled on his hands, which had previously busied themselves with work, but now slowed while his attention fell to her.

If I'm bothering you, you'll tell me? She left little room for argument; if he was too busy to entertain her whims, then she would find somewhere else to linger. Turning her attention now to the remaining birds, the faint hint of a smile graced her lips. Remembering her manners, she touched the back of her head vaguely in remembrance. I'm Artemisia, Her last name would probably be known to him, so she left it out. Will they be of any great use? She wondered to herself more than him, but as always welcomed an explanation. It was always with the questions with her, or so it seemed. Perhaps she wasn't so mature as she thought she was. A two-month old questioned less than she did.

Itachi Lykoi · 04-28-2012, 05:03 PM

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Although she could be considered a little Princess, her mother’s position taken into consideration, the Lykoi had no plans of entertaining her. However, he wouldn’t reject her mere presence. Some of the D’Angelo children seemed to take after their father in the sense that they did not spew noisy company about themselves. A slight bob of his slender muzzle acknowledged that he would send her away if he found her presence too invasive.

He didn’t see the small smile she wore as she looked at the remaining of his black winged subordinates. Moments after, she gave him her name, which was already known to him, of course. ”Erisdaughter,” he greeted; flatly, though not disapprovingly. His thoughts swiftly visited the air of the last time he and Eris had been under four eyes, and he had the backbone to wonder if this girl truly did belong to Larkspur. Her scent didn’t hide any unpleasant truth. The moment of suspicion was quickly cast aside. There was no interest in the lives of others.

”I’m Itachi,” he offered, thinking perhaps that she needed to be reminded of his since she had judged it necessary to wave her own name. Her question was one he had busied himself with as well, though he had long since found a concrete answer to hang on to. ”They will,” he assured her, bloody fingers taking up their task of slicing up the raw meat. ”In the future,” he then added, for the birds weren’t under his absolute control at this time. ”They shall scout, and they shall hunt.” It was an unpolished idea, but very possible once he and the birds learned to understand each other.

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