Oh, We Are The Dancers!
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OOC: This table is by Snake (alex). This post is all over the place. Sorries. SSWM: 792

Daisuke had been taring up the trees lately. He had been training himself with his blades that he had gotten with Snake that one afternoon. After all, he needed to be able to defend himself just in case something happened between himself and someone else. The male also was putting together a song for his friend, Snake. He had told the male that he would play the male something beautiful, and he meant it. He just had to keep on practicing and making up his own music as he went along. He had already gotten down the chords that Mew had taught him, and he had started to move on to other things. He didn't know the names of the cords, only the sounds. He often would just experiment on the guitar, strumming different chords in the same way he was taught to do. He had learned the sound of many different ones by doing this. But this was all beyond the point.

Today, he had been out and about just like always. just really looking around at all the old houses and junk. The male walked around somewhat awkwardly, since he had finally decided that he wanted to try on the pants that he had found in Halifax when he had gotten his tattoo from Hanna. They were odd to say the least, one leg being red, and the other blue, but the whole design holding plaid stripes. He had also made sure to put a hole through the back, so that his tail could hang out. He hadn't been able to see how he looked with them on, but he felt like he was looking pretty freaking awesome with the random pair of pants on.

The male held his blades down to his side as he walked along, his feline companion sitting on his shoulder as he walked on. Schwarz. How long has it been? he asked the feline, whom only mewed back to him. He couldn't understand what the feline had said, but he had been sure that the Feline had either said "what" or actually answered the question. He decided that the feline had asked "what". How long has it been since his birthday? the male asked, this time calculating how long he hadn't seen Snake for. He had been getting the urge to go onto Inferni lands and seek the male, but then he had gotten a really bad feeling when he had started to head over there, so he had been walking around, trying to get the nasty feeling out of his stomach about him going back onto Inferni lands. Was he right not to go? But he really wanted to see Snake again. It had been a good month since the two had seen each other, and he was curious to see how the winter was treating his best friend. The feline mewed again. It had been close to a month. It was now January, and it had been freezing outside. Daisuke had been fairing pretty well himself, though he had lost some weight, simply because he was not able to eat everyday anymore. His prey choices were diminishing, because it was too much for him to go fishing everyday, and the rabbits weren't too abundant around. Some days he would break through the ice on one of the lakes and go fishing, but this was only if he couldn't go on without a meal. The feline too lost a bit of weight because of the same situation.

The male had looked to the sky, wondering if he really should go into a pack. He looked to the sky mainly for an answer from his father. Some type of reassurance that he should remain the way he was, or to move on to a pack. Daisuke felt like if he was to join a pack, it would be the pack of Cour Des Miracles. Why? Well he had met a lot of friendly wolves there, including Alaine, Caillen and Heath. Svara was the only one had had met that he had mixed feelings about, simply because she had sex with him, and then tried to hurt him. He didn't understand it, and he doubted he ever would. He actually lately had been having the urge to get down and dirty with someone else. Or maybe with Svara again. He didn't know. He didn't know at all. It wasn't hard for him to focus on other things, but instincts were driving him slightly out of whack because of his hormones. Though, he didn't know much about that either. He figured it was all natural.

In slight desperation, he knew no one else to call. His maw lifted to the sky, and it called his friend. His slithering little Snake....

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I'm behind on SoSuWriMo, so you get a MONSTER POST! 1084 words. Big Grin

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He had been working tirelessly, thoughtlessly, and he was beginning to feel it. He was sitting on top of the car that served as his den, frowning deeply at the sight of his hands. They looked almost as bad as they felt. He had dealt with splinters and a few accidental cuts—all from stripping the branches off of and sharpening some of the sticks he had been lashing together in the forested borders, creating a kind of fence that would serve as a deterrent for any malicious invaders. He could barley hold his knife anymore; there were bruises where the metal handle had created indentations. It upset him because he could not get the handgun he had found in Halifax working like this. One couldn’t be clumsy when handling something that might kill you in one shot. He didn’t think that the 1911 Custom would work any time soon, but there was always the chance of it accidentally misfiring right into his face.


Snake was trained to ignore pain—his threshold for recognizing it was significantly higher than someone who had never specifically fought before. But he felt this now, a vague aching that seemed to cover his body like a fine film. He was the warrior in-training, which meant he had been doing a lot of sparring. Sometimes he managed to find a partner to fight—he was lucky those days, because there was nothing like practicing fighting with something that could actually think. When he was not so lucky, there was what had once been a beanbag chair that he dueled with, in all forms available to him. His main mantra for these days, these weeks, was to never have a dull moment. If he was not preparing Inferni for possible attack, he was training himself body and mind. If he was not training, he was hunting. If he was not hunting, he was scouting and patrolling. If he was not doing any of that, he was sleeping—not that it gave him any peace. Snake used to feel natural in the threat of battle, in the threat of war, but now he was not so sure. He had gone soft, as Patriot would say. He felt stressed and he wasn’t sure why. This was what he was meant to do; he fit on a battlefield like a round peg in a round hole. And yet something nagged at the back of his mind. Strangely enough, he found himself wanting to talk to those from his past—before Inferni, before Souls. He wanted to talk with his mother, his father… hell, he might even share a few words with Patriot or Foxhound! Things had seemed simpler back then. What had made them change?


It was a quiet day, so perhaps he was lucky in that. Though Inferni was close to the Dampwoods, he was astounded that he caught the call of his friend from so far. Regardless, he could not let a summons go unanswered. He slipped off of the roof of the automobile, kicking some dirt onto the sizzling embers of a fire to make them die out while he was gone. Then he was off, running as swiftly as he could without either exhausting himself or crying out in the pain. No matter what he did, his muscles argued greatly with whatever he did.


It did take some time to get to where the call had originated from, and by the time he got there, Snake was feeling nervous. For some reason, though he knew exactly what it was. He was trying to guess what kind of reaction Daisuke would have to the fact that Inferni was going to war. He knew that the wolf would want to know why and after he was told, he wouldn’t understand. In truth, Snake had no true reason to fight besides the fact that he was a soldier. He didn’t ask questions—he was like a weapon, point and shoot. But he felt loyal enough to his superiors that he would follow their commands, and he felt enough camaraderie with the rest of the coyotes to fight amongst them. He used to feel like a superfluous extension of the clan, but now he almost felt like part of it. Snake hadn’t felt included in something like that… ever, he didn’t think.


He began to stop running when Daisuke’s golden form came into sight. The sandy-furred coyote kept his head down somewhat, his eyes elsewhere—he couldn’t meet the wolf’s blue gaze, for some reason. Probably nervous of what he’d find there, or something like that. He came to a halt a few feet away from the lone wolf, crossing his arms and looking down. “Daisuke,” he greeted—as flat and cold a tone as always. He knew that there would eventually be some kind of question—he could not hide the way he must outwardly appear. Tired, somewhat beaten; he anticipated the questions and decided to cut to the chase. “Inferni is going to war. Dahlia de Mai has attacked one of our leaders. We are going to make them pay.”


Make them learn their place, a voice hissed from somewhere in his mind. But really—was that the reason? Dahlia de Mai had always been their rivals, so perhaps it just seemed natural that they would begin warring eventually. He knew Kaena well, and he respected her. Though he was not nearly as offended by what Haku had done to her as, say, her son. Snake may be impersonal, but he did not want a woman who seemed good enough (though he did not know her completely, of course) hurt like that and have it unanswered. It didn’t surprise him. Within his few months of living in New Haven, he had heard things so much worse. Patriot liked his totalitarian rule over the city; he liked to make those who differed from his own opinions in the slightest way to feel pain. One of his crueler acts upon the young minds of Snake and his twin was taking them to some of those displays of his control. Snake had seen three wolves tortured. The first he was taken away from before the end, but the latter two he had saw to the end. Let’s just say that death did not seem strange to him anymore. And some people wondered why he seemed so… off?


Finally he sighed and glanced up to his friend’s eyes, a somewhat pained expression on his face.

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James made this sexy table <3
OOC: <33 It was a smexy post too SSWM:815


The male had sat down on a boulder while waiting for his friend. The snow had fallen freshly this morning, the winter air cold against his pelt. He needed to see Caillen still. The male had told Miss Alaine on the first snow, but it had been the third day in the first snow really. The first snow was spent with a fellow named Strel, from Cour Des Miracles. It had been too late by the time he made it to the Tree that Caillen was supposed to meet him at, considering the male probably either hadn't gone there, or he he gone there and waited until his mother forced him to go home and go to sleep. Daisuke felt bad on that end, but there was nothing he really could do about it now. Caillen was important to him, but Daisuke didn't think he'd be going by there today. Simply because he wanted to see his Snake. And that's what he'd spend his day doing. Playing with his Snake.

The male clicked his claws against the boulder as he awaited his friend's arrival. The male kinda wished that he had brought his guitar with him. Though, Daisuke wasn't too far from the den that he had kept the Guitar in, so he could bring Snake back and play him the song that Mew had taught to him. Daisuke would also play the song that he had been working on in his free time. He often worked on this song by ear, not really knowing many of the chords he used unless his hands would go over a chord that Mew had taught to him. The song that Daisuke had been working on was also a song that he had been working on for Snake. He worked on the chords before the lyrics though, simply because it was hard enough to write the chords, and he kinda wanted to finish the song before the lyrics. He did have a few lines of what he wanted to be in there though.

He was sitting there thinking about the song and his guitar for quite some time before he finally saw the form of his friend. His tail wagged gently and his audits pulled towards the male. Daisuke immediately picked up the vibe from the male. He seemed worn out, a flickering candle about to go out. Daisuke could only wonder. Snake didn't even make eye contact with him, and it made Daisuke let out a small whine. Daisuke the male's words started with a cold greeting. It seemed colder this time. Daisuke figured he might have been overreacting, but it just seemed like it. His left audit fell back lightly. Inferni is going to war. Dahlia de Mai has attacked one of our leaders. We are going to make them pay. the male went on to speak to him. War..Worry immediately struck Daisuke right in the heart. Both audits pulled back. "Snake..." the male seemed to be at lost for words. The look that Daisuke gave to the other was a kind one, a one of worry as well. He looked at Snake like a lover would look at their loved one when they were hurt. Daisuke slipped his arms from the blades he held.

Daisuke pushed himself up from his perch, and he was quick to close the distance between the two, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around the other boy's waist, and then give Snake a warm hug. "I want you to be careful. If you ever need my help, I will make sure to stay closer to Inferni. I don't want you to die. I don't want you to hurt." the male spoke to the other, hesitant to let go of the other. "This means I can't cross the borders, yeah? What defenses has Inferni already taken? " Daisuke asked for the information, not to give to the enemy, no, but to make sure that he will keep things in mind when he was around the borders. So he will not be attacked, killed. Warzones were dangerous, his father had told him many stories, and many different positions of attack that packs liked to do. His sister too passed on the stories later on to refresh the mind of the boy, so he would know how exactly things would work in wartime. Well...At least what lupus packs used to do. Optime wars were probably dramatically different. There were weapons more than likely. Daisuke pulled back and looked at the other male. Up close, Snake looked worst. He could already see what the stress of war was doing to his friend. "You need to sleep. You look like you've already been through hell." the male spoke, putting his hand to the male's cheek and stroking it lightly. "Can you howl to me every night, so I know you're alive?" the male asked, his blue eyes making sure that they were looking into his olive green ones. He wanted a promise from the male.



"Daisuke likes to speak."

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Thanks! You're too kind. (:

OMG PHYSICAL CONTACT. This is where Snake freaks out. 1036

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He could tell that the way he spoke, the way he regarded Daisuke was hurting the wolf. Or at least he thought it might—he could certainly see how it could. But Snake did not believe in lying (even if the version of lying was merely softening the truth) in order to preserve nerves, to preserve fragile emotions and ridiculous feelings. They were like a glass orb that one was forced to carry around, always trying to protect from the world. It was constant, insane. Why would someone care for something that was such a burden? Snake had dropped it long ago, let it shatter into a million pieces before abandoning it behind. Emotions, feelings—they were obstacles. He was better without them.


And sometimes when he thought this way, he wasn’t sure if they were his own or if it was just more of Patriot’s whispers echoing in his head.


The golden wolf seemed afraid for him; he had guessed that much. Abandoning the rock that he had been waiting on, he approached Snake. The shorter canine didn’t respond, his face still contorted and his muscles incredibly tense. It was strange—anyone else would have expected it, but he did not, when Daisuke took him into a hug. At first, he almost panicked. Fight or flight responses began to shout and cry in the back of his head; he almost broke away right there, in fear. In his life, affection had not played any role. Foxhound and he had only been so close when fighting, tearing each other to shreds. Patriot had made him look at him, made him listen, made him think. His mother, his father, they had never been openly loving with them. They had not hugged him, barely offering the occasional warm glance. He had liked it that way. There was a radius around him that made him safe—when it was infringed upon, he was in danger. He was open, vulnerable, danger, danger, danger! The fear screamed in his ears, even though it was totally irrational. He was not open to rational thought right now. All he knew was that he was in danger, and the fear nearly made him lose it right then and there.


This mental frenzy was totally silent, totally invisible to the outside world. He remained stock-still, a statue, not daring to move. His mind expected it, the attack, the flash of teeth. He had temporarily forgot who he was with—he had forgotten that it mattered. His brain was hard-wired to think that anyone this close just wanted to hurt him. But as the seconds dragged themselves sluggishly by, his brain began to wake up. Nothing bad was happening—what was going on? His eyes cleared up, seeing for the first time in several seconds, and he realized he was not in danger. He suddenly felt incredibly and painfully guilty, frightened of what he had felt. How crazy was he? His friend was trying to do something nice for him and he was freaking out like some nutcase?


He could hear the golden wolf speaking now, warning him, telling him he didn’t want him to get hurt. Wants, if they fed bellies and satiated thirst and created barriers around everyone, protecting them from harm, the world would be perfect. But it was not so. Snake suddenly felt caustic, saying in a low tone, “What will happen, will happen. I’m not afraid. I was made for this.” I am a weapon, he thought, realizing with a sickening feeling that everything he had just said were Patriot’s going from his memories out of his mouth. He believed them. “No, don’t come near Inferni. Barriers. Traps. Patrols. We are looking for a fight.”


It was funny when Daisuke mentioned sleep—Snake had been getting the same amount that he had always gotten. Usually when he slept, his mind went dormant, quiet and black. Now it was beginning to buzz with memories, with fears, in nightmares that he could not remember while awake. Usually he woke up now feeling more tired than when he had gone to sleep.


He remained completely motionless as Daisuke’s hand passed over his cheek, fighting back the fears that continued to wail at him. He felt completely torn in two—all his instincts that had kept him alive for so long were telling him never to do this, never to trust. He would live longer that way, they said. Those instincts had been alone in his head for many months, but now there was another—a sense of loyalty to his clan and to his friends that was battling with those primitive impulses. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t understand. What did it mean? What was it about this that made other lycanthropes feel better? Safer? It just did the opposite for him. Did that mean there was something wrong with him?


Regardless, his final request was simple enough. Snake wasn’t sure if he would be able to—if he did get hurt, but not killed, he might not be well enough to call. And regardless, he might forget. Sometimes he got to his den after a long day and with a lapse in thought he woke up the next morning, not even remembering getting into bed and falling asleep. In any case, he merely nodded his head and said, “If you want.” He was still confused, having trouble believing that anyone would care that much about him. Why? That was the question that kept raging, confined within his skull. He was not useful as a friend. He did not have insightful looks on life. He was probably a negative drain on those around him. The only way that he had ever proved useful to the world was in battle, using what he had learned those months ago to good use. Sometimes a dark part of his mind told him that this friendship thing was just a lie, something used by sentient beings to get closer to others just so they could hurt one another. He just wasn’t sure. Though capable, Snake was not a deep thinker. The fact that he was thinking so much now was frightening and gave him a headache.

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James made this sexy table <3
OOC: <33 SSWM: 915

What will happen, will happen. I’m not afraid. I was made for this. the male spoke. Daisuke couldn't help but feel worried. He felt sick to his stomach. It was worry that was deeply rooted within the male, and for everyday, he would more than likely be awaiting that reassuring howl from his friend. He would need the howl to keep him in his spot. If he did not receive a howl, then it would mean that he would need to go in and whip some ass until he found his friend, dead or alive. Daisuke felt the male's hardness. He did not move as he was being hugged. It felt like Daisuke was hugging stone, or a tree. Audits pushed back against his head. Daisuke almost felt like he needed reassurance with just a touch from the other male. There was something in his brain that told him though, that he was not going to get a hug back, much less any real movement by the other male. He was slightly crushed, but then Daisuke realized that he was a machine. Daisuke realized that he had loved a machine. Daisuke had said it himself. The male was automatic. There was no emotion, no pleasure, no pain, nothing. Maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, Daisuke had been hoping that the male was not a machine, that he was actually a wolf whom did not know about their emotions. He was having doubts now. There was no conflict that Daisuke could recognize in the male's body, nor in his eyes. They both were completely still, and completely stoic. "I know... I know you aren't afraid.." the male sadly muttered, his audits still pressed back against his head, his voice tiny, insignificant. "but I am.. Should I be afraid for you, Snakey?" the male thought within his mind. He almost wished that he could voice that he was afraid for the male, but he just couldn't. He could let all the emotion pass through his body positioning and his eyes, but he would never, could never admit it. His father always told him, as well as Pachi. " Never let anyone know that you are truly afraid. You can throw them off by body signals and the works, but you must never verbally admit that you are afraid." Since he was told this, he could never do it.

No, don’t come near Inferni. Barriers. Traps. Patrols. We are looking for a fight. the male had spoken to him. Daisuke would find a place closer in the forest of Nod. Somewhere outside the borders, but not too far. He needed a spot that would be well out of the way of the war, but not too far. He'd find a spot. He'd have to find a spot, there was no choice for him. He didn't need to go to the beaches anymore, so there was no sense in him being on the beach, and being a little bit more inland was no trouble at all. It would make his journeys to Halifax just a little bit longer, but he didn't really care, his friend was in war, and Daisuke needed to be there. Just in case something happened, and he was needed. Blue eyes narrowed on the male lightly as he was told to stay away. Daisuke would not cross the borders, and be well out of the way, but he would be close. It didn't matter what the other male told him. He would keep in mind about the traps, patrols, barriers, but he would not stay too far away. Again, he just couldn't. Before, he could wander the lands freely, but now, he felt like his leash had shortened itself because of his loyalty to the 'yote. He couldn't help it. It was the way he was.

Daisuke finally backed up,m away from the other male, and he sat down on the ground. The male still holding his audits back, and his tail had been completely motionless. It would probably be one of those few moments where Daisuke was totally void of happiness, and instead, full of sorrow, and worry. He looked pretty pathetic there. All you would need to do was cue the rain, and then you got the perfect lost puppy look on him. Daisuke looked back up at the male. If you want. the male spoke. Daisuke let his blue orbs rest on his friend's face. "You have to promise me, Snake. If I don't hear one, I will have to look. I will have no choice but to look for you. Understand? I want you to howl so you can keep me out. So I know that you are safe. If you don't, I'll come." he spoke, seeming a little bit out of it, and repeating his point two times before he let it settle within the other boy's mind.

Daisuke then looked to the direction where his make up den was. It held his lunch, and his guitar in the cave, and a few other things going as far as firewood and his vodka that he had smuggled back when Addison and him hit up that bar. (he was drunk when he came back with the bottles, so he didn't really remember taking them with him, much less leaving the injured Addison on the floor without any help.) Daisuke had tried to shrug off his sorrow, worry, but it stayed within the pits of his stomach. "Snake, can we have lunch at my place?" the male asked, hoping to his golden father above that the male would not decline his offer for lunch. Afterall, this could be their last.




"Daisuke likes to speak."

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Things always seemed to happen too quickly for Snake’s reasoning. Computers may be swift with their computations, but mechanisms were not. Slow to change, slow to adapt—if there was any fundamental change that was happening inside of him, any gears switching, it would take a while for it to show itself. And even so, this Inferni-Dahlia War would wind whatever changes were happening back. He felt his mind regressing, returning to where it had been months ago. Things were somewhat different—he answered to Gabriel and Kaena instead of Patriot and his sons, Rex, Ray, Zero, and all of them. It was all the same, though. Perhaps the coyotes’ motives here were nobler than his faux-father’s quest for power, but he was still going to be a warrior by the side of the commanders.


And despite it all, he knew that he was hurting Daisuke’s feelings. He knew it. He saw it. He felt it. Strange enough, there was the slightest amount of repulsion at how he was hurting his friend. He didn’t believe in lying for the benefit of someone’s feelings, but maybe he should make an exception? Somehow he felt as though what he said and what he did now was going to impact both of their wellbeing in the future. He took a deep breath, his shoulders finally losing some of their tenseness. It didn’t mean that this was any less alien to him—he still felt uncomfortable, out of place. But it was at least for the benefit of Daisuke. Maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed now.


Daisuke backed up from Snake, allowing him to breathe normally. It was nothing that had to do with the wolf—perhaps if Snake had a normal upraising or a normal experience in life at all, he might have taken solace in the action. But as he was it was just something that made him squirm—there was a direct link in his mind between physical closeness and aggression, pain, the flash of teeth and claws. It was an irrational thing, but it was in place. Maybe it would be broken down later, but the war would not do anything to help it.


The golden wolf sat down, looking positively crushed. Snake frown deepened (if that was even possible); he continued standing. He was used to Daisuke being brimming with energy and enthusiasm, it was somewhat disturbing to see him without that usual spark. He felt guilty, but there was nothing in his mind that he could do. He was many things, and painfully truthful was one of them. He looked down when Daisuke put down his ultimatum, and he shook his head. “I can try, but I can’t promise that. I could get hurt, recovering, with no strength to howl. And there is no more sneaking around on clan grounds anymore—there are patrols constantly. You will be caught, and you will be hurt, if not killed.” He shifted his weight, his voice becoming a little hoarse—an odd sound with his automatic tone, “And how do you think I’d feel if I got better and heard that they’d found and killed you?” His ear flicked, embarrassed. He concluded with, “If I am well enough, I will. But you must keep faith in me. I might die, but I will not go easily.” His eyes darkened, his face became particularly grim. He felt dangerous; he knew dozens of ways to cripple enemies without even shifting into his more feral forms, and he could feel the weight of his knife and even his non-functioning gun (which he would try to get working). He said you’d live and die by the gun.


The question for lunch was much more manageable. “Sure,” he said in a quiet tone, dipping his head and waiting for his friend to lead.


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ooc talk!: James made this sexy table <3;
I figured that Snake would follow. <3 - SSWM:881

“I can try, but I can’t promise that. I could get hurt, recovering, with no strength to howl. And there is no more sneaking around on clan grounds anymore—there are patrols constantly. You will be caught, and you will be hurt, if not killed. the male spoke back to him. Daisuke eyes adverted, falling down to the male's feet, and then not even on the male at all. He swallowed hard, a nervous act? Probably. The male had never felt so hurt before though. Even with physical pain, he was not hurt like this. With this hurt, he was pained in his heart. Unused to this. He tried to push it away, several times, and it even caused the male to retreat back within his own mind for a moment, ignoring the other male for just a moment before the voice had caused him to come back. And how do you think I’d feel if I got better and heard that they’d found and killed you? If I am well enough, I will. But you must keep faith in me. I might die, but I will not go easily. he did not raise his eyes to the other, he simply looked at the ground. The snow felt so..tainted all of a sudden. "I want to protect you. If you die, I want to be the last one you see. I don't want your killer to be the last one. It's never peaceful when it's like that." the male spoke, grabbing the tips of his audits, and pulling them down by the bars. It caused him to feel a stinging pain in his audits, but he was doing this to rid the pain that was in his chest. He was doing it on purpose since he was getting desperate to get rid of the feeling.

The male would not cry to relieve the pain, though it was probably the only choice he had to relieve it. Daisuke was known for being happy, cheery, never like this. He figured that the feeling would pass him, as long as he could hear the male's voice on the wind. Daisuke had been told the circumstances, and he really still did not like them. He had been explained to that his sneaking onto Inferni lands was not an option anymore. Whomever had come to fight him, he would fight. Why? because he was dangerous now. He had his teeth, his claws, but more so, he had two deadly blades. He could defend himself more so than he could with the staff that he had. He still looked at the snow, it was turning red in his eyes. Tainted with blood. He could imagine it, and he shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He could already see his friend's lifeless corpse on the ground, and he really didn't like it. He slowly lifted his taller form up off of the ground. The male agreed to lunch, which was good to him. He had a reason to be happy now. His tail wagged lightly, though his face still held a solemn look to it as he started to move away from his friend, grabbing his blades as he passed the boulder that they laid on, he also picked up the feline.

Daisuke moved rather quickly, almost determinedly as he moved through the bare forest, his lightly colored body easily visible against the white terrain around him. He looked back only once to make sure that the male was behind him. He moved on and on until they had gotten to the den, a rather large stone den that was marked by the same staff that he had made with Snake. The cave was big enough to fit a whole family of wolves, and it was in the side of a cliff, he knew that the cave was extremely deep, though it had been long abandoned by many animals except for the random bats that would be scared out of the den every time that Daisuke had returned to it. He was quick to lope into the den and look to the ceiling. To his surprise, there was no bats. He then peeked out of the den and motioned his friend in with his hand. He then greeted his pike that had been lowered to about half the size it was before. He approached it and touched it lightly with his delicate fingers, as if easing the pike. He sadly looked at it before whispering something very low. He whispered so low that it would have been hard for anyone to really hear it. "Give me strength. Tell mother, father that I need their strength." he whispered to the skull before he looked back to Snake, his blue orbs still solemn.

Daisuke said nothing before he entered the cave once more, and grabbed his two rabbits that he had still there. Schwarz jumped off of his shoulder, and ran deep into the cave, and laid down on a smoothed boulder that was perfect size for him. Daisuke took a few of the logs that he had laying around and then put them in a pile, he had taken a piece of flint and a piece of steel that he had found that worked well with lighting a fire. He was quick to start one, blowing on it a few times before it was going strong. He then looked back to his friend. "Thanks for having lunch with me, Snake. We never know if this could be our last now. I don't expect it to be our last though. I hope it won't be. " the male spoke, nodding his head lightly, and giving the male a friendly smile. It was forced, but it was trying to be genuine. It was forced to be genuine.


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Don't Save Me, Because I Don't Care.

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He probably should have felt a little more compassionate, but this was Snake we are talking about. As much as he didn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings, he knew that it would have to happen eventually. He thought that Daisuke might need a healthy amount of reality, though he wished it could have come in a less stressful time. And it was probably best that Snake was not easily amused, for he might have laughed at the idea of Daisuke trying to protect him. With all likelihood, it would end up being the other way around. As much as he didn’t doubt that the wolf could fight (some), he knew that he wasn’t trained, and certainly not as much as Snake had been. He didn’t respond at first, merely shifting his weight between his feet and frowning. “War is not peaceful. That is why it is called war,” was all he could offer when it came to words. He did not want Daisuke in the fighting; he would not risk that. He had never cared whom was the last face he saw. It might as well have been Foxhound’s, or Patriot’s, months ago. With the memory he felt the scar along his ribs twinge—he could see the mad gleam in his twin’s brother eyes as he finally got the upper-hand on Snake in battle. Snake had nearly paid for that slipup with his life. It might happen several more times in the future.


And of course if it came to Daisuke fighting—and even harming—his Inferni clan-members to get to him… Well, things would turn out badly. If Snake was forced to choose between his friend and the clan that had supported him through these months of him living here, he might have to go with Inferni. There were lines drawn between wolves and coyotes that he couldn’t surpass, and he knew that fending for himself for the sake of friendship would be worse for him than living as he had been in Inferni. But that was a decision that he hopefully would not have to make.


The golden wolf got up swiftly, picking up his things from where he had left them, as well as the cat. He began to move swiftly, enough to where Snake had to focus on keeping up. Eventually they got around to a place near a cliff that had a large cavern in the side, marked by a staff that looked very familiar to Snake—he had been there when Daisuke made it. It seemed to have been broken, although the deer skull still remained on the top. He looked at it critically, not sure of what made it break but not asking. Daisuke was near the skull when Snake arrived, though he couldn’t tell what he was doing.


Snake approached the den, though he stood outside for the most part—partially out of respect for the wolf’s home as well as his own deep fear of spaces like caverns. Snake had a kind of claustrophobia that manifested itself in places that could cave in on him, no matter how unlikely. Daisuke began to build a fire, using a flint which set alight tinder that spread to the dry wood. He also had two rabbits that looked very appetizing, especially since Snake hadn’t had much time to hunt as of late. He sat down near the fire, watching it as it grew in strength. He listened to Daisuke, though he could not offer any condolences. He could not lie, and he did not know the future—he had nothing to say. He merely said, “You’ve learned to use fire, I see,” though it was not really a good topic. It was something, though. It seemed just a few days ago that Snake himself had been teaching Daisuke how fire was useful for Luperci at all.

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- SSWM: 898 ---This is the most awkward number. Don't ask me why because I don't know. It just is.

War is not peaceful. That is why it is called war. Daisuke let the words fall to deaf audits. Well..Actually, he didn't. He tried to let the male's words stop being something that he memorized and always had to listen to. He heard the words, and his jaw tightened, and his teeth clenched together, His audits fell back on his head, and he simply walked like that. Once they had gotten to the den, the male was noticeably hesitant to approach. Oceanic orbs caught the male slowly walking over, before he finally got over and sat down next to the fire. Daisuke let his oceanic eyes rest on his friend and his voice fill the air once more. It was not a response to his words, or a thanks for having him for lunch, or really anything that pertained to the subject. Daisuke thought it was better that he did not say anything. There was nothing to say. Except for maybe "I hope that this isn't the last either". Daisuke didn't want to think about what could've been said though, simply because Daisuke didn't want to be sad. He wanted his day with Snake to be good. It already had started off slightly bad. Instead, he had commented about how Daisuke knew how to light a fire now.

"Yeah, I've been practicing, and I found myself this rock that makes it easy." he spoke, his voice abnormally calm, gentle. No excitement was in his voice, but nor was he sad, or angry. It was just...calm. It was gentle as well. Like it'd break if it got too loud. Why his voice was like this, even he could place it. He couldn't get the excitement back within his voice right now. And instead, it was a different voice. Something that wasn't normal, and probably would never come up again. The male was seated there for a second before he handed his friend the other rabbit that he had. He had been slightly lucky today, normally he could only get himself one. Fishing was also totally out of the question, though now that Daisuke knew how to set a fire, he could dry off faster, it still was too cold for jumping into the water, or ice fishing. There was a limit to the cold temperatures that the male could take. This was because not all of his fur grew back from his tattoo, and it was thin on his back still and even with his winter coat on the rest of him, he still was not a very shaggy coated wolf, so he still would get cold easily. He didn't want to freeze to death.

The male bit his right lip ring, twisting it in and out before he let it peacefully rest on his lip. He didn't cook rabbit, simply because it had fur, and it was too smelly if the fur was burned off. He had tried it before, and it was not so pleasant to him, so he decided that he'd just eat it raw from then on. He also wasn't the best skinner, so he couldn't really skin it first. So the male kinda just bit into the flesh of the rabbit, it's body wasn't very warm any more, though it still held some warmth, but the kill was not more than two hours ago. So it definitely wasn't frozen. The golden male started with it's stomach, quickly ripping it apart, keeping it as clean as he could in the area as he ripped it's flesh away and well as the meat and innards. He had mangled it by the time he was finished, even though he had left about half of the rabbit left before he threw it over by where Schwarz was laying for him to eat. Daisuke figured out that he wasn't that hungry about halfway into the meal, and what better way was he to get rid of the rest of it then by giving it to his feline? "You remember that song I said I was going to make for you? Well...I found a male from the pack Crimson Dreams to give me a guitar. He was so nice, his name was Jazper Knight. He had to be about one of the biggest wolves I've EVER seen!" his excitement was returning, a smile brightening up his face.

"But, anyways. I've been playing, testing and seeing what would sound good together. I'm still working on it, I only have the melody though, not really the words. I'm still working on it. But, I want to play it for you. Is that okay?" he spoke, figuring that he might as well play the song for him, just so he could hear it, in case that they never meet again. He was already starting to take precautions. Daisuke tried to have faith though. Daisuke then looked to Snake's neck. The necklace that laid on his neck. Daisuke's hand reached out and touched it. It was still in good condition, probably wouldn't really snap if it was grabbed. "Also, if this breaks.. remember that I can make you another one. Just try and bring me back this shell. They're kinda hard to find, though if you don't, it's fine, it'll just take a little bit longer to get it done again if you loose the shell. I'd have to find another one then." the male spoke before he let his hand drop back down to his lap.


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Is This Who You Are?
Some Sweet, Violent Urge?

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Perhaps one of the reasons that Daisuke’s statement about Snake’s possible death seemed so odd to him was that Snake had always assumed that he would go out fighting. Honestly, who would see him dying of old age? Though he was not violent by nature, it seemed to follow him like a shadow. For some reason, he seemed to attract the whackos who just wanted to hurt someone, and war seemed to spring up from beneath his feet wherever he went. He had long since stopped caring—“whatever happens, happens” had become one of his greatest mantras about this. Snake did not think that things in life were random, he believed that there was something that guided all the paths of all the creatures. He had no idea what that might be, but he had trouble believing everything in this world was a fragile web of circumstance and probability. There was intelligence in it yet, and that intelligence had thrown the coyote once more into the throws of war.


He knew that Daisuke was distressed, but he could not change his mood as easily as others might. He remained by the fire, his face seemingly cast in stone. Snake was not a very amiable creature to begin with, but the war had obviously dampened that even more. Perhaps he should live every day like his last, but he didn’t even know how to do that. Snake did not live, he merely existed. A depressing thought, but it was the truth in the end. He noticed that Daisuke had toned down some, responding to his small comment in a quiet and calm tone before handing him the second rabbit. Without thinking he drew his knife, skinning the rabbit in record time before putting it on a stick he found lying around and setting that over the fire. He didn’t think about it—he simply wanted it cooked rather than raw right now. The thought of eating the dead mammal with fur and blood and all was somewhat sickening to him, for some strange reason.


Daisuke opted to eat the rabbit raw, which Snake didn’t mentally remark upon on at all. Each to his own—he didn’t think he had a knife handy, so skinning would probably be a little more tricky for him. After the golden wolf had dispatched the food and given the remainder to the cat that he kept as a pet, he looked to Snake and began speaking about a song. The coyote had trouble remembering the promise, but he believed he did after hearing about it again. He raised an eyebrow (invisible beneath his bandanna, unfortunately) when Daisuke mentioned meeting the tallest werewolf ever who gave him a guitar. He then said that he had the basic melody, but no words. Snake nodded when he asked if he wanted to hear it, saying, “Sure.” While Snake had never had any musical talent himself, he had always liked it. His mother had hummed and sometimes sang him to sleep when he had been much younger, and there was something oddly comforting in the sound of musical notes arranged as such.


The loner reached out towards Snake suddenly, but the coyote tracked his eyeline and noticed that it rested on the necklace that still was twined around his neck. He allowed the wolf to touch the braided twine necklace and the spiral shell that was still connected to it, though there was another irrational thought in the back of his head that told him not to let anyone’s claws that near his throat. He didn’t listen, and was calm throughout. Daisuke said that he could come back and ask for a new one if it broke, and Snake nodded. “I’ll do that,” he said, thinking that it was quite possible that the fragile braid would break if he ever got to some real fighting in this war.


He realized then that the rabbit was finally done cooking, and he took the stick it was roasting on from the fire, taking a few decisive bites from the cooked rodent. In truth, he was starving—he hadn’t had that much time to hunt between preparations and sleeping, so the rabbit disappeared in record time. Afterwards he set the stick down to his side, wondering what kind of music Daisuke had prepared for him.

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The Story by 30stm --This is the song he will be playing, though of course, he doesn't know that xP...I actually learned how to read guitar tabs for this post. xD *ish a dummer normally* - SSWM: a whopping 1,599 words :O

It only took the male a few seconds to respond to him. Daisuke remembered that Snake had said that he knew not much about guitars as far as playing them, but he didn't know how he really felt about music in general. He was curious to know it Snake was going to like the melody he put together. The male was quick to get up and grab his black and red guitar. He made his way next to his friend once again, though this time facing him instead of facing the fire. He made sure he was not close to the fire so his guitar had enough room to sit on his lap without being in the fire and catching. Daisuke warmed up for a second, his fingers running over several different chords and his other hand and fingers strumming the right strings. He started to hum lightly to himself as he started to play.

I’ll do that. the other male commented. He was speaking about the necklace, and Daisuke stopped for a second and let a soft smile play along his handsome lips. "I might start weaving extras, just so all I have to do is put the shell on." he spoke before he looked back down to the guitar, and then positioned his hands where they needed to be. His fingers on his left hand were positioned on the fourth string, seventh fret as he finally began by strumming that first note. It went on to the ninth fret on the same string before he played the first two notes again, and then went on to continue the song. You would think that he was a professional as he played the song, even though he was simply playing it by ear. He honestly couldn't teach you to play, for he knew not of the actual notes and what they were called, except for some strings that Mew had taught him. He also knew the song that she had taught him to play by heart now. Anyways, back onto his playing. his fingers went on to the fifth string, fifth fret, he played this note three times before moving his hand to the same string, but the seventh fret, strummed twice, and then moved to the ninth fret on the same string, back to the seventh, and the again to the ninth. He repeated this tune once again, but adding an extra note, being the sixth fret strummed once, right after he had been on the seventh fret the first time. The melody continued normally before the sound changed. He went on to the sixth string, and started with the sixth fret, strumming it just once before moving to the seventh fret that he struck five times at first. He waited til the sound slightly echoed before he continued again, the sixth fret being skipped and him immediately striking the seventh fret five more times on the same sixth string.

The melody started completely over again, him going through the same three strings and thirty-two notes, and once it was completed, he went on to do it a third time. Once the third verse was done, he started off with the same chord and fret that he had begun the song with. He also went through the same ordeal he had the first three times with the fifth string. All of it was the same until he hit the last two notes, in which he reversed it, instead of it being 9 and then 7, it was opposite, seven before nine. The rest of this verse was the same. He went on to the fifth verse, it being the same as the first three, except for minor changes in the pattern. He played the song normally until he got to the last nine on the A string (fifth). He cut off the seven that was supposed to be on the end. He did somewhat of the same on the next string, playing it all the same until the last two sevens that were subtracted from it. The sixth verse was the exact same as the fifth.

The seventh verse was dramatically different. He started again on the fourth string (D string) and to the twelfth fret. He played the twelfth fret 8 times until he switched to the thirteenth fret and played this eight times as well. His fingers swept over to the sixth string and the thirteenth fret, again being played eight times before switching over to the eleventh fret and playing that one eight times as well. The next verse was silence. Complete silence was surrounding the two for a good seconds before he positioned his hands again to where they needed to be. The eighth verse was exactly the same as the first three. Same went for the ninth verse. Come the tenth verse, the male had gone straight to the A string (fifth) and the ninth fret. He played this note four times before going to the sixth(E) string and playing on the seventh fret, ten times. The eleventh verse was something exotic to the whole song.

He started on the D string (fourth) and the fifth fret. He played this note only a mere two times before moving to the ninth fret on the same string. He played the ninth fret twice as well before going to the seventh, in which he played twice as well. He moved to the next string down, the A string(or the fifth) and seventh fret and played this twice before moving on to the next string that was a little bit dramatic. His fingers rested for a second, not holding down any strings, but only playing on the sixth string. This was played six times before he pressed his left hand fingers down on the third fret on the same string. This was struck six times and then he moved to the seventh fret, played it six times, and then to the fifth, again, played six times. The next verse started with him on the second string (B) and the seventh fret, him only playing it twice before he fell back into suit of what the last verse contained, except for when he was on the fifth string. Instead of the two nine frets being put in there, he simply skipped them and went to the seventh fret. The rest of this verse was the same as the last. Thirteenth verse was exactly the same as the eleventh. On the fourteenth verse, he was on the B string(second) again, he played the seventh fret twice and then moved to the fifth again played twice before he was to move to the D string (fourth) and he played the fifth fret twice. Moved to the A string (fifth) and played the seventh fret twice, and immediately went to the E string (sixth) and he played the same combination as he had the last three verses.

The fifteenth verse he again, started with the B string (second) and the seventh fret. Only one was struck before he moved to the G string (third) and he played the ninth fret only once. The D string was next, in which he played the fifth fret twice and then a lonely seventh fret. The A string was played with two seven frets before he went to the E string and played six open (0) frets. Six third frets, six seventh frets, and then two fifth frets. All while he was played, he was smiling to himself, his blue orbs focused on the guitar, only once or twice actually looking up at Snake, to see his face really. The sixteenth verse and seventeenth verses were the same as the first three verses with only one change in the seventeenth verse where he reversed a ninth fret and a seventh fret on the A string. The eighteenth verse was the same as the seventeenth, the same modification of the A string's frets being present.

He was starting to end the song now, only two verses left in the song. The nineteenth verse started with his fingers on the D string with the seventh fret, struck once before he went to the ninth, and then repeated this once more before he moved again to the next string. The A string was started with the fifth fret, struck three times, then going to the seventh, struck two times, then to the ninth fret, two times, and ending with a seventh fret strike and continuing on with three strikes of the fifth fret on the same string, two on the seventh, one sixth fret sneaking in there, then going to two ninth frets and a seventh fret. The next string was next, the E string in which he played one sixth fret, five seventh frets, pause for a second or two, and then going on to play the seventh fret five more times. With the last verse came the ending of the song. This was the twentieth verse, it starting with the D string and a seventh strike, followed by a ninth strike. He moved to the A string, playing three fifth frets, two sevenths, and one nine. The ending came on the E string, where he played the last three chords of the song. Them being one strum of the sixth fret, and three slow strikes of the seventh fret. And with this, he looked up to his friend. "That's it." the male spoke, smiling softly as he finally let his fingers rest. "You like it? Or should I make a different one?" he asked, wondering the thoughts of the male.



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Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
CRASH, CRASH, BURN!

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Both of his parents had been musical people—he had grown up with the sound of his mother humming and sometimes (“when her voice was good”, or so she said) singing. He had liked it, though he knew he would never be capable of anything like that. One could not exactly coax notes and melodies out of a voice that sounded like it belonged in a computer tutorial, right? Regardless, he found it oddly soothing—calming, like the song of the snake charmer. When he and his mother had met back up with his father, music had almost been omnipresent. He had played the banjo whenever he had the chance, and he was very good at it. Snake had often listened and watched him play, but no matter how much Laurel had tried to teach him about it, he hadn’t understood. Chords, notes, melodies, they didn’t make any sense to him. It seemed he could only appreciate music as a listener.


Luckily, that was all he had to do now. Daisuke returned from his home with a guitar and then sat near Snake and the fire, though angling himself towards the former. Snake did not shift posture, but he did look over to watch Daisuke’s hands and fingers move across the strings of the instrument as he played the song. There would be no way that he could ever understand the intricacies that went into every song, every verse, every melody, every bridge, but he could appreciate them enough. The song was well put together, especially for someone who had just picked up the instrument not but a short while ago. By the time the song had finished, its effect had worked on Snake. He looked different—placated, the entirety of his former tension alleviated from his body. His olive eyes even seemed to have lost their sharp edge, becoming a little more malleable beneath the shadow of his bandanna.


Lost within thought and contemplation over the song, he looked up only when Daisuke asked him a question. He shook his head, saying, “No, there’s no need. I liked the song a lot.” Unfortunately, it was not his skill to put into words how much he liked certain things, but if he could, he would have said that he had really enjoyed the song. It was not one of those sappy songs that always made him sleepy, though it was not raucous enough to make him agitated. Actually, it almost reminded him of a few things his mother had hummed when he was young.


“So you just put that together yourself, while learning to play?” he asked, his brow furrowing. It was hard for him to imagine, the act of creation. Like a machine, Snake was not so. Computers could not compose music, they could not paint masterpieces, they could not write bestselling novels. They could display them and maybe even reference them. Snake went as far as to appreciate them and enjoy them… but the act of making them was totally different. It was something that he revered greatly in others, though he knew it would never be present within himself.

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ooc talk; James made this sexy table <3
Totally not going to be as good as the last post, sorriez. SSWM: 608

Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead?
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Daisuke's eyes were gentle on the other boy. The music seemed to have relaxed the male by a lot. Daisuke was happy that the male was actually able to get rid of some of the tenseness that was in his body. Music seemed to be a cure, it some way, it seemed to calm the beast. Or trance the snake. The snake tamer? Could Daisuke use this quote later? He overturned a bucket with the quote under it in his mind. He'd remember it later, when he was trying to write lyrics for it. It took a moment for the other male to wake up what seemed to be the trance state that he had been put in. Daisuke awaited his answer. The sandy male had opened his narrow maw and spoke to Daisuke, with the monotone voice, that Daisuke had found oh-so interesting. Snake told him that he approved of the song, and Daisuke seemed to be immediately relieved that the male liked it. Daisuke took the male's word for it, even though he was not excited like others might had been. Daisuke accepted Snake like this. In his automatic responses, and his emotionlessness. It was something he had to accept. They were friends after all.

Daisuke's tail wagged, and he gave out a content whine to his friend. He was so glad that Snake had liked it. His face lit up with a smile, one that had told Snake that the male was extremely happy with the fact that he liked it. "I'm so glad you likes it Snake! I was so worried that it would suck.." the male spoke excitedly, his tail wagging the entire time. Snake then went on to ask if how he exactly came up with it. "Well, yeah, sortof. You see, I learned some stuff from Mew that one day, and once I got my guitar from Jazper, I've been playing like she taught me to, and then once I mastered her song, I started to make up sounds of my own. I'm sure they have names to the notes that I have been making, but I don't know how to read, and I only one the names of a few of the strings and chords. I pretty much played it by ear, until I thought it sounded good together." the male spoke, nodding his head lightly as he did so.

"I want to add lyrics to it at some point." he added, basically saying that it wasn't finished, yet again for a second time in the conversation. "But that was the entire melody. Do you think it was simple enough for you to remember it? Maybe if you get stressed out, you can think of the song, and it'll calm you down? " the male spoke, wondering if that method worked on him, as well. Daisuke remembered things that he saw and heard very well, and could practically repeat everything you have said in a conversation without being off on anything. That was, unless it was in a different language. If he could not understand you, he often would forget that he ever talked to you. It wasn't because he wanted to forget, it was just that he didn't know what you were saying. Daisuke did however have a very complex mind, and it all was very organized, this was the reason that an upside down bucket in the middle of his mind was something that was disorganized. This meant that he needed to remember something, but he would come back to the thought later on. All in all, the male was exceptionally good at remembering things, no matter how small.




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Not very many in his life had managed to accept his extremely nondescript state of being—fewer still had found delight in it. He knew that Patriot had simply loved that aspect of him and he had fed it, allowed it to grow and perhaps become permanent. The man had wanted someone on his side who was completely devoid of emotion—he had already had several of his own men crumble under pressure from the inside. Snake had a sneaking suspicion that the leadership of Inferni might feel the same—a warrior whom wouldn’t be distracted with such things was always beneficial. But he had gotten lots of strange looks from many who, after a few minutes, realized that his way of speaking, reacting, was not simply just an act. He apologized to some (it was sometimes very strange), but Daisuke might have been the only one who had really accepted it enough to be comfortable around. One of the reasons Snake remained reclusive was that he was somewhat afraid of being cast out—he had been confronted by many wolf and coyote packs and groups along his travels here, and many had yowled at him and chased him away because he was so strange, so different. It was not nice being treated like a leper for something that you had little choice in being, and less availability of changing.


Regardless, the golden wolf seemed extremely happy that Snake had enjoyed the song, though his response had been less than ecstatic. Snake shook his head when Daisuke remarked he had feared it would “suck”—though the coyote was not really accustomed to such slang terms (something that left him clueless half the time when speaking with Anselm), he could only imagine that he meant it would be bad, or something. Listening to how Daisuke had pieced together how to make his own song, Snake realized that it was very much like many other things—how infants learned to speak, how artists learned to paint, how warriors learned to fight. Most of the time it was from trial and error, not from instruction.


He nodded, showing that he mostly understood what he meant. And though the wolf said he wanted to add lyrics later, Snake could not help him there. The coyote could barely speak cohesively in some points in time, let alone make up words that would go along to a melody. “I’m sure whatever you end up with will be fine,” he said, about as much encouragement as he could muster. He knew it would be a hell of a lot better than anything he could manage. He paused, considering the next question. Could he recall music when he needed to calm down? His head was so dreadfully empty most of the more nerve-wracking parts of his day, “Yes, I think so.” It was only a partial of the truth, though; he knew as time went on, the notes would fade in his memory until there was nothing but a nagging memory of what should have been there. But he believed he might be able to recall it for the next few days, however.

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. SSWM: 563

I believe in nothing
One hundred suns until we part
I believe in nothing
Not in sin and not in God

The other male didn't have much to say about the whole lyrics business besides that whatever he cam up with was probably going to be fine. Daisuke shrugged. Sometimes it was hard to get words that would actually go well with the melody. Either that, or his accent couldn't properly get the words to fit in, because his tongue was stupid sometimes. He figured this to be a reason he might have a hard time matching words with beat. He could make music all he wanted, the words were the real art. Sometimes Daisuke believed himself to be a klutz with words, and often not being able to talk in metaphors or anything really creative like that. Daisuke didn't really expect Snake to be bale to do any better either. Though he'd love to hear if the male had any other voice when he sung, but then Daisuke thought that the male might not sing at all.

The male then went on to say that he probably could do so. "It'd be good to relax to. Just remember it when you're stressed. You know, you look 100% better after that song. You actually look sort of relaxed. More so than you were when you first came to me today." the male spoke to the other, nodding his head to Snake and a smile tracing his lips. Schwarz mewed from across the cavern and then approached Daisuke, whom ran his fingers across the male's back. Schwarz purred to the blonde male, and rubbed up against his fingers before Daisuke took his guitar in the opposite hand and he laid it gently down on the cavern floor before he picked up his feline friend and rubbed noses with the kitten, he then placed the feline in his lap, in which Schwarz got comfortable in, and looked his watermelon eyes to Snake, and mewling at the male, as if he wanted something. Perhaps it was attention. Daisuke noticed that the feline was affectionate and wanted to be held and pet almost all the time, and when it wasn't that, then it would be playing.

Daisuke stayed silent as he pet the feline, but before long, he grew tired of the silence and he looked back up to his friend. "Snake...What did they do? For war?" the male asked, wondering the exact reasoning that they had to declare war. He knew that there were conflicts, but Daisuke himself had yet to hear words on the wind, since he had been keeping to himself and his few friends. Daisuke couldn't help but wonder the reason for war. War was so senseless to him, but there were always going to be exceptions. It was just that Daisuke never like to think about these exceptions when thinking about war, but maybe if they were brought up, he might be a little bit more open minded about said war. Daisuke couldn't help but let his mind drift back to the war. Once he knew, he probably would drop the subject once more, and going on to something perhaps a little bit more fun. He didn't know what he could suggest to do at the moment, so he sat there, his eyes looking back down to Schwarz again as his hand ran over the feline's body once more. He thought intently. He needed something to do with Snake that would be fun. Hmmm...




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If Daisuke considered himself klutzy with words, Snake might simply be regarded as dumb or mute. Of course, he had never been and perhaps would never be a conversationalist—he was simply not social in any regard. He actually amazed himself with several of the conversations he had with this golden-furred wolf; he had already revealed several things that he probably would not have. Snake did not keep secrets usually. If someone asked something of him, he would usually reply with all the truth that he had. But without any of that rambling, whatever lyrics that Daisuke could come up would be infinitely better than any nonsense that Snake could think of—if anything. Music moved in his head in an opposite plane than words, so he could hardly imagine them converging.


Snake's green eyes looked away, though he knew that Daisuke was not lying—he did feel better; the music had had a charming effect on him. He seemed at least separated from his worries, though he was sure that they would pounce on him as soon as he began to take it for granted. But then he might be able to recall that tune, as long as it remained in his random access memory. Once it faded, however, he would be alone to fend for himself. He didn't care—he could take it; he was plenty strong enough for that. It was just tiring.


The cat—Snake probably had forgotten his name, it didn't come to him right away—sauntered over to his golden-furred owner and, after a few affectionate gestures between the canine and feline, settled in his lap. Snake stared, unblinking, at the cat's round eyes. It mewed at him, trying to work its charms, but they didn't work on the mechanical coyote. He merely stared for a few more moments before looking up to Daisuke, miniature cat almost completely forgotten or ignored. He wasn't being rude... He just didn't think it was as important. Sorry, Schwartz.


Besides, there was a much more serious question to be asked. Snake was silent for a moment, considering as he looked into the fire once more. He usually focused on something else when he was nervous, or when he had something to really think over. "Their leader, their alpha, attacked one of ours—her name is Kaena, and she accepted me into the clan. We cannot let this go by, for he has hurt our number before. We must get rid of him, or else nothing good can come of it. As for them, they probably wish to simply destroy us as much as they can. Out of reaction, probably, but they also have never liked our presence near theirs." He paused, his reptilian gaze flicking towards Daisuke. "Other than that, though, there is nothing. We will fight. Some will die. Eventually someone will win."

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. SSWM: 862. Jacoby needs to catch himself up again xP

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave.
No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe.
No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of the poison rain

Snake's eyes wandered again. You could probably say that Daisuke was jealous at whatever he was looking at. Daisuke's other eyes returned to the other male, looking over his features with soft eyes. The boy looked down at the ground for a moment, before his eyes rose to meet Schwarz. The olive orbs of the male lingered on the watermelon eyes of the feline. Schwarz mewed again to the male, as if to ask "What are you looking at?". Though Daisuke could only pretend that he knew what the feline was talking about. Olive orbs were quick to move back up to him though, and he almost felt like he was pierced again, it was similar to the feeling he got when his piercings were done. It was an odd feeling coming from just a gaze. The cold eyes of the male finally hit him like a hundred bricks. Daisuke just smiled at the feeling. It also made him feel important to be looked at by the other male. It made him happy. He loved it when Snake looked at him straight in the eye. It distressed him when the male would look away, and once the gaze was moved to the fire, the feeling of importance was gone. Daisuke couldn't help but let his audits fall lightly. He looked back down to Schwarz, his hand again running the length of the feline.

Schwarz purred in the male's lap. Watermelon eyes were on the other sandy pelted male. Schwarz seemed to be interested in the mechanical being, though from a respective distance, simply because Schwarz was still weary of the other. You could ask why, but it is obvious because Snake took no interest in him, even when Daisuke had found the feline. He also wore the same expression. Schwarz had never seen the male smile. He'd never seen the male do any other facial expression besides that same unemotional line that his maw was always twisted in. The feline did not move from his spot, not really willing to walk up to the other male yet, simply because Schwarz knew not of the male's intentions. So, Daisuke moved his own oceanic orbs to the other male's feet. Why he was looking at his feet? Because the other male was not looking at him, and he didn't want to seem "rude". His father and mother, and even Pachi had reminded Daisuke that he was not to be looking at another in the face when they weren't looking at you. That, and when they were a dominant figure. He was never to look an Alpha in the face unless he was not of the pack. He was never to look another in the face unless they were his equal or of lower rank. The loner and the Hydra seemed to be on the same level though, so Daisuke would often let this teaching fade into the back of his mind. Right now, Daisuke felt like he was lower than the other, so he lowered his gaze.

The voice of the other male had pierced the air. He had spoke about Dahlia's alpha going in and attacking one of the Alpha's of Inferni. Kaena. Kaena Lykoi? The same one that had attacked Xeris of Phoenix Valley? More than likely. The name was rare, so he doubted that there would be another in Inferni. Daisuke's brow twitched in interest. The male went on to speak about fighting, some dying, and eventually someone winning. "So, it's Dahlia that started shit." the male commented lightly, his eyes rising back to meet the other male's gaze, even though he had been talking more-so to himself than to Snake. " I guess there is no choice but to fight then. If Dahlia's Alpha attacked out of nothing, then there is no talking things out." he went on to comment, his teeth grabbing onto his right lip ring and twisting it through the flesh. He would have grabbed his ears again, but he had no reason to block out the sound, and to cause the pain of it pulling at the flesh of the top of his audits. "...I wonder what Addison is going to do..." the male softly spoke to himself, not really meaning to speak the thought aloud. Addison was his friend from Dahlia de Mai, and the only one he knew from the pack. He couldn't help but wonder if the sweet female would too, be fighting in the war. He couldn't imagine her having the guts to go out and fight though. "I can only wish you the best of luck, My Slithering Little Snake." he had spoken, nodding his head lightly to the other male. "Other than the war, has the winter been treating you okay? Do you need anything for your den?" the male went and asked the other male if there was anything he really needed. "What about weapons? Do you need anything more than just your knife, teeth, and claws?" the male asked, figuring that they would possibly be able to go to Halifax and search for deadly things so that Snake would be protected even more so than the pack's own precautions.



Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
As days go by, the night's on fire.


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If Snake was a little less oblivious—for he was more likened to a brick than to anything else in that regard—he might have noticed any excess of attention upon himself. But there seemed to be a rift between him and others—one that he only allowed to be breached in battle, when all rules and limitations were taken away, all those boundaries that he had constructed around himself with painstaking caution. It had been for his own protection, his own health. Whatever the outside world was that he had eventually adapted to, it was drastically different from the environment that Snake had been raised in. There, everything was based on survival. You paired up with mates based on your survivability (which was actually how Snake's mother and Patriot had first gotten together) and to improve that of your children. No one helped out those that were weaker than them (unless it directly benefited them), so the population was kept down through the most base of natural selection. In the process of adapting to that original atmosphere, Snake had stripped himself of emotion, of closeness with others. The probability of betrayal, though small, was just not worth the risk, he had thought. Love was misplaced—survival was greater, so much more worthwhile. Emotions were like a tangling web, restricting you from your potential. They shortened your lifespan, they clouded their mind. They killed you.


Perhaps the sad thing about it was that this had not been induced by Patriot at all. Those had actually originated in Snake's mind, watching this strange world around him. He saw the heartbreak, the joy, the anger of others. He had, at one point, disliked them all. He had thought himself superior. But then he broke those feelings in him to pieces and felt nothing. He was neither superior nor inferior, but he did not believe everyone were equals. He had become a paradox unto himself, and he still didn't think he had to change that yet. This world was not really any different than that. Emotions were still hazardous. If his meaning in life was to fight to live another day, why should he care about anything else along the way?


That was why he kept distance between himself and others, why he didn't appreciate physical contact, why he refused to open up or to give any emotional advice to anyone. He had spent so many months creating the perfect mindset of a survivalist, a soldier. Why would he blast holes in the walls of such a fortress, just for the ones he wanted to let in? It would admit the ones he wanted to keep out just as readily.


He could feel the unblinking gaze of the cat on him, and it made him feel uncomfortable, so he kept his gaze away. It was silent except for the crackle and hiss of the fire until Daisuke spoke up, regarding the events that had started this segment of the war between the coyotes of Inferni and the wolves of Dahlia de Mai. When he looked at Daisuke now, his olive eyes were sharper than usual. "They have always been the aggressors in this," he said, his quiet voice showing a small bit of venom. "Their old leader was somewhat peaceable, but she was overthrown by the man who attacked our leader. He is the same that caused a first war between us, when he slaughtered a mother and child on these grounds, from what I have heard."


That was utterly disgusting to Snake. He was no humanitarian—he had no qualms with killing, but he only killed opponents that threatened him and those he protected. He was not an instrument in a war of attrition. Snake would not hurt innocents: those that could not fight, those who were ill and invalid, children, and so on. He believed those that hurt them were lower than any creature that possessed sentient thoughts.


He did not respond at the mention of Addison, merely because he did not know anyone by that name and didn't care enough to ask. But when it came to his home, he shook his head—the car that served as his den was warm and well-stocked, and he was very pleased with it. More so than he had with any other home (though all of his other ones had been terrible, if not temporary). And he almost shook his head to the second question, though he paused. "Not really... but I have been trying to fix that pistol I found in Halifax. I think there's something jamming the gears; I'm going to break it down into parts and fix it. Then I might go get some bullets from Halifax... But it's probably a slim chance that I'll get it to work ever." Still, it occupied him when he was bored out of his mind, or he couldn't sleep. He probably wouldn't use it if it worked, though. There was no honor in shooting a defenseless target, after all. That was what his natural weapons and his knife were for.

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SSWM: 806


Olive eyes were quick to sharply raise onto him yet again. Daisuke flinched back instinctively, and unknowingly to himself until he actually felt his head pulled back, as well as his audits. The male then spoke, his words tipped with venom as it seeped from his fangs. It made a chill go up Daisuke's golden spine. The male let a smile pass his lips though, even though what the male had been talking about had been dreadfully serious. He let a small giggle escape from his maw before he held up his hand in apology. "I'm sorry. It's not funny what you said. It was something else." the male spoke, not really explaining the reason he had giggled. He couldn't really explain without sounding like a complete freak anyways. It was just something about him getting chills that also made him giggle. That was the best way to describe it. Daisuke often could be described as weird, but never as deranged as he really was. The male would and could only be considered deranged when one would fight with him. When he fought, it was a game, and when he got hit, stabbed, punched, clawed at, he was completely and utterly amused by it. He would, however, only allow you one hit before he became evasive and started to fight back. Or...play in his world.

" Then fight him, My slithering Snake. Bite him and inject your venom. Kill him and leave the pack in shambles." the male spoke, one of his brows cocking lightly before he shrugged his shoulders lightly. It was hard to imagine that the male would ever say anything like this, encouraging to kill, but if the male that they were trying to kill had done such horrible things, then why should the other male be able to live his life without fear that one would de-throne him and kill him in the same brutal way he had done so to the woman and her child? "I trust you will not kill unjustly, Snake." the male spoke, tilting his head towards the male, one brow cocked, and both of his audits pulled forward. The male didn't look like he would kill out of just the pure thrill of killing. Daisuke knew this. How? Because Daisuke saw it in the male's eyes. There was a soul under there that told Daisuke that Snake was not unjust. In fact, if Daisuke knew any better, he would say that Snake was justice.

Daisuke did not drop the gaze of the other, them both acting as equals at this moment. He did not break the gaze, but his hand moved over the feline once more. Snake went on to speak about if he had needed anything. The other male had spoken about how he was trying to get the gun he had found to work. Daisuke knew nothing about the gun, and he had no way to help the other male either. The male took his hand and pushed it through his liberty spikes and nodded his head lightly. "Have you been sleeping good? If you don't feel comfortable enough to sleep well in your den, you're always welcome to rest here, and I will watch to make sure no one attacks." the male spoke to the other, his head nodding lightly to the other, offering himself as a guard so the other male could sleep. It wouldn't be the first time he had guarded for someone as they rested. He actually was good at being a guard, being able to stay up for hours and hours until the other would finally wake up well rested. He could even play a soothing lullaby to let the male fall asleep, and this would also keep Daisuke busy playing his guitar instead of pacing, or running to keep himself alert, and it would also keep him quite still except for, you know, his fingers and maybe he would be humming, or actually be singing the song that Mew Sadira had taught to him. "I can even play a lullaby to ease you into sleep if you would like." the male spoke to the other, again offering himself for the male.

His eyes then broke the gaze of the other male, and he looked down to Schwarz. The feline looked back up to his golden wolven and mewed again. Daisuke smiled at the feline and pet him a few more times. Watermelon orbs looked from the golden male to the sandy 'yote infront of the two. The feline took only a few more seconds to actually get up from the lap of his master and wander towards the coyote, though the feline wandered towards the male in a large circle, and then he sat down closer to the entrance of the cave, though his watermelon orbs were focused on the canine.





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Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
CRASH, CRASH, BURN!

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Snake blinked slowly and, combined with his usually hooded eyes, it probably made him seem very serpentine. Daisuke had let out a small, strange giggle to the Hastati's dead-serious comment, and he waited patiently for some kind of justification. He didn't get much of one, just an assurance that it wasn't him but something else. Snake's gaze grew somewhat dubious, though he did not mention it. He had largely gotten to the point of not really over-thinking or getting at all offended by anything Daisuke said or did. The guy was a little odd, but it was just how he was—be it where he came from, or just how he had turned out. It was exactly the same for Snake, with his New Haven upbringing and unemotional outlook on things.


He was somewhat surprised by Daisuke's dangerous reply, though it was not entirely how he said it but what he said. Snake had not really considered fighting Haku himself—it was an almost laughable subject. How would a basic foot soldier in an army respond if you said you should seek out and kill the enemy commander? With laughter and a curse, probably. He had imagined someone high-up in Inferni would deal out the Dahlia leader's fate—Gabriel, avenging his mother, or perhaps Kaena herself (though that was perhaps a little unrealistic and too idealistic). No, Snake had imagined that he would simply fight his way through the rest of their nameless low members, nothing but a pawn on the chessboard. Not to mention that Daisuke seemed like the peaceable type regardless...


With the golden wolf's hope of Snake's own actions, his gaze sharpened and the barest hint of a defensive edge entered his voice, My actions are justified. That was all he said, but that was all he thought he needed to say. He would fight back when attacked and he would kill if necessary—self-defense, as his mother had called it. There was an odd religious thought in it as well; Nikita's parents had been practitioners of a style of Russian Orthodox, and that had influenced her, which had trickled down to Snake. He did not want to kill without any kind of restraint, though he believed himself capable. Self-control was one of the most respectable things in a canine, Snake sometimes thought. It was not much to have power—many did. But to have it and not flaunt or abuse it, that was totally different.


There was a pause and then the subject shifted somewhat uncomfortably to Snake's home and how it affected his sleeping habits. He shrugged. I haven't had any problems. I should probably keep close at hand in Inferni, though. No, staying here was out of the question for him. Nothing personal, of course—it was more that it almost seemed like deserting to him, and that Snake wanted to be one of the first to be on the counterattack if an alarm was sounded. A Hastati, training to be a Hydra, staying out of the clan grounds... was a bad deal. Snake didn't doubt that any music would help him into sleep either, but he hadn't been having too much trouble. He dropped to sleep quickly, though sometimes he would rather not. His dreams had been getting pretty rough nowadays.


The cat slowly got up from the lap of his master, stretching and seeming to wander towards Snake. The coyote wasn't sure if it was the stoic glare that he was giving the cat or something else, but he settled closer to the cave than to the coyote. It was only when Snake was sure he wasn't going to be ambushed by the cat that he returned his dull olive gaze to his friend.


After a little while longer, Snake found that he had to get back to Inferni—he was bothered by having been gone for too long. The sun was just beginning to sink into the sky when the friends parted, and Snake was home safe in the Harrow Road Landfill before the night had become black.

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