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Eh, Itachi is at home, rummaging about inside the cabin and the little garden outside. Perhaps Immy could pass by or something? :O


Scarlet eyes seemed to shine dimly in the dark room where he and China had shared their short time together. In truth, they’d been together for longer than some, but he knew it had not been long enough. He had dared to picture a long life with the silvery female, and to know it would never be so was unbelievably difficult to swallow. Perhaps the pain would recede some in due time, but he knew he would never find someone again. No one could shine as bright as she had.

The gilded male honestly didn’t know what to do with her belongings. Throwing them away was not an option that he would ever want to consider. They would be his for now, and he would pass it to the kids in due time. She hadn’t owned much – most of the items in the little cabin they had fixed up belonged to them both. Each had been empty handed when they met, and so what they had gathered during their short lives together belonged to both. Everything they had done, they had done together or for each other. Now there were two new lives connected to his, and it made it necessary to continue existing.

Although it didn’t take much to imagine it, the sickly sweet scent of blood and death was no longer present in his home. It would take time before he would move in with the children, but it was necessary to keep things in shape and continue the repairs he had stared. It also seemed one or more lesser predators had visited the deserted home. Some edges of fur covers had been gnawed on, and the small storage of smoked meat was gone. Nothing big – most could be replaced, except for the woman that had died here.


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Your crusade's a disguise
Replace freedom with fear
You trade money for lives
WC :: +000 OOC :: Blah

Imhotep had found himself out for the day. He wasn't sure what he was doing really. His feet seemed to guide him it was odd. He wasn't sure what the fallowing months would bring for him or his son but he knew that he wanted nothing but the best. Maybe he would find his way to Sivs place for the day. He wanted to check on her and her pups. He also thought of seeking out a member other then his blushing bride to aid him in learning to read better.

Soon though a scent hit him, the death had seemed to fade from the place almost unnoticeable. Itachi's smell how ever was strong and bold. There was just something about the man that made him turn slightly to head to the home. He hadn't really spoken to the blonde since that day at the borders. Imhotep was a different man then he was then. He also wondered in a way how the man was doing with his loss. Imhotep wasn't so sure that he would be ok if Odessa had died on him. If he found her dead, he'd loss his mind. He sighed as he looked at the building.

Itachi He called not wanting to peek inside or intrude.



I see pain
I see need
I see liars and thieves
Abuse power with greed

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To be honest, the pale man only barely recognized the voice that called for him from outside the cabin where he was presently at. Blond ears perked at the unexpected sound, and he swiftly got to his feet and walked to the open entrance. Once there had been skins to function somewhat like a door, but it had been torn away in the hurricane, along with other things. It was the Confidant’s goal to ensure this place was ready to become a home again by the time his children were no longer dependent on Siv and her milk.

The man turned out to be Imhotep, naturally. How peculiar to have the man seek him out in such a manner. ”Imhotep,” the blonde greeted, facial features muted as always. Though, the Lykoi wasn’t in the greatest of shapes these days. Although he always seemed in control of his emotions and outer shell, it might be clear to some that he was not doing well. Although he was a solitary creature that had handled loneliness well in the past, Itachi was sick with heartache and loss. In-built flaws just made it impossible for him to share his sorrow with others. China was the only one that had understood him. Now he knew he truly was alone.

”Can I help you, friend?” The two of them were not friends, but they were pack mates. It made a difference. The man did wonder if the exotic man remained the same as the one he had encountered on the borders long before he had become a member of Salsola. He seemed to be doing well for himself, so he had to.


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