Authors Notes: Well I was having problems with creativity so indulged in a drabble...I quite liked it...This is set back in China, before the CCS timeline.
By Name and Nature.
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By Puff the Magic Dragon567
At a glance, there is nothing about him that seems strange, just a normal child. His messy brown hair is characteristic of many children, and amber eyes a trait shared by others; but no one, no child anywhere is as cold as he.
His eyes a haunting, the looks he sends send shivers down your spine, they pierce your very skin and play with your mind and heart, each look expresses a feeling of immense hate, more than hate.
It is hard to tell if he is angry, perhaps discontented or just another one of those spoiled aristocrats, but that is something no one cares to discuss.
I have only once chanced a glimpse of him training. His movements were not graceful but forceful; defined and strong, calculated and determined. As he turned to his sensei, he bowed. I could hardly believe my eyes. Whether he submitted to the teacher's greater power, or showed respect for his lessons, we will never know; but confined in his own little world, one of great focus and passion, his expressions were human. They showed the glimpsed of the handsome boy he may yet become.
He steers clear of crowds; he talks to only one. The one he is betrothed to, all be it unwillingly. When in here presence he shows an almost unwilling, uncaring and cold uneasiness; but he likes her, at least he talks to her. The girl tries, that is all that can be said. There is no one that can control the Li child's heart. He keeps it too close, locked away and hidden, for no one to play with but himself.
There are a few children here who find it amusing to poke fun at him, laugh at his loneliness, but this boy is clever. He will wait. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
When the time is right, the pack is split, and the prey is alone…that is when he strikes.
He has speed that I have never seen before, for a boy of his age his physical attributes are well above average. Just a couple of seconds, that's all it takes and he has taken you down. You can do nothing to escape; as you are pinned you can only stare up into his empty, emotionless eyes. He bares his perfect white teeth before sinking them into your flesh.
The attack may seem primitive, but it has its effects. People have learned to respect him, even fear him, but none as much as those like me, the scars on our necks are all we have to show of the lives he nearly took from us in cold blood.
I watch him often now, and I can see. He never intended to kill us; his plans had unfolded exactly as planned. A shiver goes down my spine as I watch him, peaceful alone in the quiet shadows. His movements, his manners; sly as a fox, strong as a lion the lone wolf waits until the time is right.
He is rough by appearance, but his roughness is one that is compelling, his style is neither exciting nor graceful. Syaoran Li. Wolf by name. Wolf by nature.