I Want To Fall, I Want to Fall.
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OCC: [p] snake



Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides
Passion choke the flower
Until she cries no more

The other male had been good about the howling. Once a day, right before bed time. This last night passed, and there was no howl. Daisuke gave the male til 3am. The golden male had waited, waited. Then he moved in. His den was not too far from Inferni, and he had made sure that he would return to the den before the other male would howl to him. It was around the same time every day, so it was expected at that time and no earlier or later. The shackles along his back were spiked up, and his eyes were narrowed in absolute rage. Rage that was for the one whom had caused his friend to not howl to him. Daisuke was distressed, and he was going to get revenge for his friend whom, at the moment was assumed to be dead. He would check the lands first, find the body of the "dead" male, find the scent of the beast whom murdered his best friend, and then move out from the territory to the Dahlian borders, cross them, and then fuck up whomever the bastard was. There was nothing but rage within the body of the golden hatchling...No... He was no hatchling now. He had finally turned into a dragon. He was now the same as his father. Daisuke would be upgraded from hatchling to Dragon when his rage took the better of him. He now knew what the rage within his family was about. The Ghanjai/Urahazu clan was known for their uncontrollable anger. They were demons when they were angered. Daisuke, the innocent one, was devoid of anger. All up until now.

If Snake was a snake, then Daisuke was a dragon. Water being his element. The male would be long, slithery, East Asian dragon. He would slither through the sky, and shine as he swam in the sea. The sea would be his home. The raging golden dragon seemed to fly over the terra as his feet pushed the lands under him. He was in his optime form, but awkwardly running on all fours instead of just two. He found it himself too angry to concentrate on running on two legs, and just decided that he might as well just run on all fours. The male held his two blades on his back, and his feline was no where to be found. He came alone. He made it to the borders rather quickly, and he was quick to pass the bare patch of the borders that seemed to recently been fought in. There were broken shards of the skulls all over the ground, and there were bare pikes littered all over the ground. He stopped, sniffed the ground of the blood that had been shed, but it was not from Snake. The male lifted his head and then he bolted off again towards the male's den.

The male had somehow gotten past the borders, and towards the Harrow Land fill. He was swift with his body, his nose following the scent that the injured male had put off. He had soon found the location of the fight, but had not seen a dead body. Perhaps the Infernians already got rid of the body. Audits pulled back, as well as his lips. He let out a low growl to himself as he continued to run. The male was so mad that he even fell over his arms as he ran, which had made him tumble in a ball for a distance before he regained composure and began to run all out once again. He knew not to make a sound, and so he did not make any sound when he tripped, or when he was getting close to the land fill. His nares lifted to the sky as he stopped right outside the fill. There was old, dried blood on the ground. There was very little though. His audits were still pulled back. The male did not enter the land fill. He was struck with a fear all of a sudden. Struck with a fear that he would see his best friend, body mangled, cold green eyes, lifeless. He stopped. He couldn't move. A tear fell from his left orb. "Don't be dead... Please..."





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646.


It had surely become part of his nightly routine, right after getting the fire going and eating and drinking and thinking—right before holing up inside the hollowed-out car and going to sleep. He could not explain it, but he supposed that he did it through the promise. He knew that if he did not, Daisuke would simply come, and that would only cause trouble. The wolf had no place here right now, and Snake did not want to think about what would happen if it did happen. Surely he would get injured, even though he seemed to fool himself into thinking he wouldn't. Then the Inferni members would probably grow wary of loners as well, only separating them further away from the rest of the world. Snake was neutral, not an isolationist. He would rather Inferni be as such as well, though he knew they were going in the opposite direction.


Tonight was enough to disrupt his little routine, however. He had been wounded on the shoulder by the Dahlian male days ago, and it had started to heal right enough. Snake knew enough about sanitation and first aid to keep himself from getting an infection, at least, and he kept clean bandages on it. But tonight he had been reaching for a bottle of fiery whiskey, one of his stash, with his bad arm. There was a sharp, searing pain, and he realized that he had stupidly reopened the wound. Cursing himself with every word he knew, he stumbled back to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He gently unraveled the cloth bandage from the angry claw-marks, re-wrapping it with a fresh one. It hurt like a mother, and he only thought about drinking some of the whiskey to ease the pain and then slip off to bed.


Unfortunately, Daisuke must have noticed the absence of the howl keenly. Snake had already drifted off into a light sleep when he passed the borders and came closer to the Harrow Road Landfill, where the coyote lived alone. He might have slept right on if the wind had not shifted, the breeze blowing in through a busted window in the automobile that he had crudely covered with a slab of bark. It carried a faint trace of Daisuke's scent, enough to wake the blond coyote and get him nervous. He carefully got up, not to hurt himself once more, and began to lope towards the source.


Sure enough, the golden wolf was there and as soon as Snake saw him, he knew why. A frown appeared on the coyote's features and though he knew it was his fault, he felt as though Daisuke should be reprimanded for not being here. A simmering anger even began to boil up from within him, so strange and so frightening. It reminded him of Foxhound, how his brother would spit and howl and hiss and snarl in his rages. Such was the reason that Snake himself had lost anger, lost its chaos but also lost its power. Now he kept it under lock and key, though it was beginning to show itself just a little bit now.


You shouldn't be here, he said in a cold voice that had the barest touch of a growl to it. He was keeping his emotions, his anger in reserve, but that didn't mean that they weren't there. They were pushing against the walls of the Pandora's box that he had locked them in so many months ago. I suggest you leave. Now, before anyone happens across you.


He was brutally tired, and his shoulder pained him greatly. Blood had already soaked through the dark fabric, though he knew that it would clot well enough sooner or later. But between that and his gaunt and haggard expression, he was sure he looked like hell. That didn't bother him. War was hell.

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ooc: Table by Alli <3; SSWM:815

What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do

He male was utterly confused. His head was spinning around, the pure rage that overtook the male was blinding those oceanic orbs from the real world. Right now, he was not in Inferni lands, no. Daisuke, in his mind, was in Dahlia De Mai lands. He had followed the scent that held his best friends' blood on it. Daisuke was so confused. He did not recognize the male whom was in front of him. The rage blinded him so much that he could not see the 'yote male infront of him that he loved and that he would kill for. The other male had spoken to him, but it went to deaf audits. They were pushed against his head, the rainbow haired male having a fierce look on his once friendly face. He looked only slightly different from when Snake had last seen him, Daisuke having gone to Dahlia De Mai lands and finding his tattoo artist there. Hanna had helped him dye his hair that day and then sent him on his way back out of the war zone and off to his home. Daisuke knew what Dahlia lands looked like, as well as Inferni, so he should have been able to tell the difference, but again, the blinding rage that was going on in his body was transforming him from sane, friendly, lovable Daisuke, into a dark, dangerous, and angry dragon. This water dragon was experiencing berserker.

Oceanic orbs would turn red, if they could. His eyes held a dangerous look to them, burning for bloodshed. His ridge stood up on his back. Even his tail seemed to fluff out, making him seem much larger. The male rose to his two legs, and his hands reached behind his back, and they slipped into the blades that had been held there by a halter that he had found that fit them. The male slid his arms through the leather band that would rest on his upper arm, and he grabbed the handle at the end. He had been practicing with his two weapons, and was rather good at being swift with them by now, though this would be the first time he had actually fought with the blades. If he had been himself, he wouldn't have drew his blades on his beloved, but right now, all he was seeing was a devil, a wolven whom was with the Dahlians. He was not seeing the truth, being that this other male that was infront of him actually being the male that he would be avenging. In his mind, Snake was dead. He had seen the male, mangled body, cold green orbs lifeless. He had followed the scent of blood, and ran into the male whom had killed his best friend..his...love? Daisuke could not control the dragon's actions. He could not see. He was blind. Is love blind even to love itself?

Oceanic orbs were focused on the beast infront of him. His fangs bared at the other, those ivory daggers seeming to glow in the moonlight of this icy cold night. Die Dahlian Shit. the male coldly, his words like venom falling from the fangs of the dragon. With these words, he bolted off towards the other male. His right arm was twisted to where it was infront of his face, and his left arm was straight back, this technique made him have to do a twisting attack once he was to get close enough. Both of his arms would move through the air at the same time, and it would cause him to strike at the same time with both of his arms. It would leave him open for attack after wards, but in all honesty, Daisuke doubted that the other would be able to dodge the attack unless he got completely out of the way, in which, the golden dragon would just adjust his targeting.

There was no thoughts running through his head, the normal, thoughtful Daisuke was gone, locked behind the wall of anger. The real Daisuke was pleading to be let out, his hands banging on the door that locked him in. There was not two Daisuke's, there was only one Daisuke, but there was a dragon that had lived dormant in his mind, waiting for it's chance to emerge, to kill. No matter how hard Daisuke tried to not be aggressive, no matter how hard he had tried to remain anger-free, innocent, there was always that dragon there, sitting there, watching, waiting for Daisuke to let his guard down, and once he had let his guard down, the dragon would take over, and fight. This was genetic in his family. Kisuke was like this, Carlisle, Pachi, Kaetel, and even little Ryn. Their mother, Sathra had a fiery temper as well, only adding fuel to the fire. The family of warriors could not escape their genetics, each of them having that dragon that laid dormant.







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The lyrics are Murder by Death's "The Desert's On Fire". Love this song. And btw, just tell me if you want me to re-write a battle part if it is not to your liking. It's hard not to powerplay and stuff, jeez. 629. And post #200 for you!


you think you've suffered; well, you ain't seen shit yet
the pain won't set in for a long, long time
I've fought off angels with my hands behind my back
I've set all the heavens on fire


Heat seemed to radiate from the snarl that was on the gold wolf's face—so utterly different from anything that Snake had ever adorn his features before. He felt the fury blowing past him like wisps of smoke from a distant fire and he felt his own anger grow cold, shrivel and die within him. Now he felt a definite disturbing feeling, and that of apprehension and some fear. There was an element in Daisuke's blue eyes that was unseeing, uncomprehending. Immediately from that point on Snake knew that he was in danger, and he clicked into survival mode. He shifted subtly, moving one foot behind the other and turning his body sideways—a smaller target, with the more vital places harder to reach for an attacker. His wounded shoulder was the one behind him so he could keep it out of harm's way and so he could fight back with his good arm. All small things that he had grown to know through months of training. But he could really keep them up during a life-or-death duel with someone whom he would have never thought of fighting?


White fangs glinted in the bleary light of the winter moon, and Snake tensed for movement. He was coiled like a spring, ready to rebound with the slightest movement. He stood solid on his feet, but it was a farce—the blond coyote could move like a viper striking at its prey when he had the exact right moment. Now it was just a waiting game, and he knew it would not last long. With the words that Daisuke spat out, the olive-eyed Hydra knew that he was not in his right mind, and that he would have to defend himself. His expression darkened and then became fixated like a battle mask, his bandanna slipped down a little lower over his metallic eyes.


Suddenly the wolf was off like a shot, a golden bolt of lighting from a clear sky. Immediately time seemed to slow for the seasoned warrior, as it always had. This was how he had begun to get the upper hand over Foxhound in their later duels. He watched, his olive eyes following systematically. Every step, every movement, every telltale twitch of the muscles. They were like a road map that Snake could follow straight into the wolf's brain. He could see mostly what he intended to do, and that was strike out with his fists. An interesting gambit—most feral werewolves would have gone for the jugular with their teeth while pinning the opponent down, or try to rip their chest open with their claws. The fistfight version was less expected, but nothing Snake didn't think he could handle.


It was a tactic that he had never seen before, but his warrior's mind was working with it. Snake was dense in places, slow in others. This was the only place in life that he was exemplary, where he shined, where he could feel invincible. Daisuke was within striking distance when he suddenly dropped to his knees, and he felt the assailing arms of the wolf soar over his head. He could hear the air and even feel it brush against the fur on the top of his ears. He knew that he was now open—just as Daisuke was. He capitalized on the opportunity, shifting his hind foot to where he could propel himself from his kneeling position. Once more he shifted his bad shoulder behind him, lifting the other in order to crash into the attacking wolf's stomach. There were no rules in love and war, and Snake understood that. He believed in honor, but once the gauntlet was thrown, hitting someone in the stomach and driving the wind out of them was not below him.

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ooc: Table by Alli <3; That's what makes fights abit harder to do. A challenge for us both, ja? Feel free to pp a bit, I don't mind it. SSWM: 531

What if I wanted to fight?
Beg for the rest of my life!
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you

The dragon hissed as the other dropped to his knees, in that split instant, each of them were open, whomever would move the fastest would be able to seize this opportunity. Daisuke was not the faster one in this situation, but he was fast enough to get himself covered enough to where he was able to become solid against the ground. His right arm was the one to block, but this did not mean that Daisuke's breath was not knocked from him. The loner's arm simply absorbed some of the blow, so most of his air would not expel. The male was bulldozed back a good foot or two before the dragon jumped back away from the other. The beast fell from his two legged stance, and the blades found their way into the icy cold snow. His fangs glared in the moonlight. His audits were still pulled back against his head, shackles raised on his back. His oceanic eyes were slitted, the pupils being as small as they could be. The dragon hissed through his ivory fangs before he lifted the blades from the ground and he flanked to the right of the other, but quickly changes pace at the last moment and went to the left, his right arm thrusting up to slash at the chest of the other. Daisuke stayed low, so he could avoid the other doing the same as he had just done.

The slithering dragon brute had jumped back almost immediately after he had tried to up-slash the other male. The anger had still been going through the veins of the male, but being a angry dragon did not stop the male from being able to fight. He came from warriors. They trained since he was able to walk and talk. Pachi turned into their master when the eldest dragon, and the phoenix (his father and his mother) had been assassinated. He naturally had the ability to fight, and many times he (as Daisuke) would ignore his father's blabbering, while the dragon would be the one whom used what he needed. Not only that but Daisuke himself had taken it upon himself to prepare himself in case he did need to fight. Anger wasn't the only thing behind this. His body would act upon what it was trained to do as well. Daisuke snarled again before he went in for a third time.

Wait...Sand? It would seem like Daisuke was looking through a barrel hole. He would be peering out, seeing the flat screen TV that would be the real world. The male would start to bang on the walls of his domain once again to be let loose back into the real world. The vision was blurry, but it was sand, and the only sand he'd see in the winter would be the pelt of his best friend. He banged to get out. The dragon would hiss and smash it's tail against the reinforced wooden wall to get his prisoner to shut the hell up while the anger was in charge. The dragon hissed outwardly to the sandy male infront of him, his arms swinging, in attempt to slice the other male anywhere he could.








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I'm pretty sure you said that I could disarm Daisuke, so that's what I'm going to do! At least partially. 691.


He had not been quick enough—the golden wolf had managed to get his arm up to absorb the blow before Snake could have gotten around to hitting him square in the chest. It was still a mighty impact—one that Snake thought, bitterly, he might have felt more than his enemy—which pushed the wolf a few feet away before he scrambled back. Looking too calm for the situation (as that was what he did in such times), Snake straightened up once more, taking his usual stance of one shoulder forward and one back. His eyes were sharpening once more, observing the smallest twitch of every muscle. His eyes were obviously attracted to the two blades that Daisuke had strapped to his arms, the same that he had found in the same shop that Snake had found his 1911 Custom. A dark part of him wished that the gun worked—he could end it right now, so quickly, before anyone could blink. The twitch of a finger and someone was bleeding on the ground, dead in under a minute. The genius of humanity, magicians in the ways of death of their fellows.


Of course, that might have been the whispers of a chaotic subconscious. His active mind was telling him that he could not hurt this wolf, one whom had been a good friend to him. He was still amazed that they were fighting like this, but Daisuke seemed beside himself; he was deluded, not seeing Snake at all. He knew that he would either have to knock some sense into him or make him flee from Inferni. If not... well, Snake might have to do what he was trained to do.


Regardless, he knew that this was a fight for steel, so he drew his knife from where it was clasped behind his back. He held it loosely in his right hand, pivoting as Daisuke stalked off to his right. He was watching him so closely, and making no assumptions, so he noticed quickly when the wolf shot off to the opposite direction. Snake waited, as always, to the last second. He flirted with that death strike, and there was a thrill as it came. It might be twisted, but he did feel most alive when in the jaws of death. He took a quick step at the last moment, and to the side. The blade hissed in front of him. Daisuke leaped back and Snake circled, bobbing away from another slash of the blade. He was being too defensive now—if he wanted to get this over with, he would have to get on the offensive. And that meant that he would have to take some risks.


That came with the third strike. Another standard slash, something that Snake had been pitted against countless times. Usually he would dodge backward, but this time he went forward. He slide out to the side, but to the side that was away from Daisuke's body instead of towards it. This would make it harder to use the second arm to counterattack. Within that same movement he struck with that lightning-fast accuracy he had perfected; he could have struck at the wolf's elbow and broken his arm with little effort, but he was merciful at the last moment. He struck the bicep again, where the nerves clustered on the back of the arm. That would make it numb for a moment, and Snake used that opportunity. His knife-hand flashed and the ties that attached the blade to Daisuke's arm on that one side were severed. It clattered to the ground. It was a clean cut—easily repaired if one tried later—but he knew it would aid him no more right now. One down, one to go.


He immediately retreated once more, acting like a squadron of guerrilla fighters—hiding in the periphery until they perceived the right time to strike. He kept dodging swipes and slashes with maddening reliability; it was as easy as reading a book to him. For any opponent, to him, was so much more like an open book than any bound set of human papers in the world.

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ooc: Table by Alli <3; That I did! <3 and you said I can slash Snake.

Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Perhaps it would be the best thing to kill the male. The love that Daisuke held for his friend though, he proven itself to be this strong, to where he would fight so fiercely for the one he had thought was dead. The Daisuke that we all knew would think that this was all a dream. That he would never do this to his friend. Daisuke had found this ordeal to be rather annoying at the moment, the dragon hissing as the slithering Snake had been doing just that. Slithering around like a snake in the grass, though instead of striking with it's venomous fangs, it was dodging the attacks like they were nothing. Daisuke was swinging his arms madly now, slashing through the air like a madman since he had yet to hit the male, and the dragon was getting even more angry that the slithering Dahlian was evading all of his attacks. Father's words echoed through his mind, but the Dragon only listened to what he wanted to listen to. Kisuke's voice echoed, saying "Do not get Angry if you do not hit, for anger will blind you". The Dragon was stupid enough to ignore this, only because the dragon was the anger that was controlling Daisuke. To calm down, and to think would also be letting the barrel that Daisuke was in to lessen in weight, and to let the other male take control of himself and see that he was fighting the very one he would be protecting if the male did need to be protected.

The male dodged, and again he kept on moving faster than he. How this was possible, Daisuke the Dragon could not understand. The dragon had sat back and watched as the golden wolven had beaten the sandy pelted coyote when they were running, so how Snake was suddenly able to move slightly faster was a puzzle to the male. He didn't realize that Snake had been trained more extensively than Daisuke had been. Sure, Daisuke trained from the day he was able to walk and talk to the day that he left his sister, but Daisuke was taught in the ancient arts of fighting. The male only knew how to efficiently battle on his four legged form. The only thing he really knew how to do in optime was to slash and mangle. He also hadn't worked on any really moving objects while in Optime form, so it was rather stupid for Daisuke's dragon to go into battle in optime form. As Daisuke was about to slash at him with his right arm, the male was able to hit a pressure point on the male's bicep, and also make the blade fall to the ground. Daisuke let out a growl as he was hit and was quick to slash out with his left arm, going in a vertical slash. Daisuke kept his right arm (the disarmed one) close to his stomach, ready to block any attacks that could be thrown low.

Daisuke had finally gotten in a slash with his blade, and the smell of blood hit his nose like a ton of bricks. It made him hesitate when he moved though, his audits perking forward and his head cocking lightly. His pupils dilated lightly, some recognition seeming to come to him, but it was quick to disperse once more as the anger came flowing back into him. He growled lightly, and he moved back away from the 'yote for a moment. The luperci looked at his bloodied blade before he lifted it to his maw and licked the blood off of it. His eyes returned to his enemy, even the taste of blood not waking the other male up. Daisuke charged at Snake once more, audits perked forward, head low and left arm ready to strike.








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1140.


It reminded him of Foxhound. He would lose himself in his anger as well, becoming something that was not quite of this world. His twin brother had a demon in him, and it was unleashed especially when they fought. Patriot had, at a young age, instilled a rivalry in the two. Snake had not really cared as much, but it had grown to be Foxhound's obsession. He had always tried to be the dominant one, fighting his blond brother to make him submit. Snake had won often in those days, mostly just out of self-defense. But Foxhound had grown angrier and angrier with every passing loss until he used that rage well against his brother. Snake still thought, and would always think, that anger was more of a hindrance than a boon in battle. But it did work for some—some used that mad strength and managed to still think logically, making them absolute juggernauts. Fortunately Foxhound, and Daisuke, were not to that point yet. If they were, Snake would be dead.


After the shock of the hit wore off, the golden wolf growled and snarled in response. Obviously, he had made him even more angry. All the better—it was just another veil lowered in front of the other creature's eyes. Snake assumed his defensive position, lifting his knife to where his other hand was positioned, ready. He was not ready enough, however. He had expected Daisuke to be a little discombobulated from the sudden shock of nerve pain to his system, but he recovered far faster than he had thought. The blade that he had not cut off flashed, a crescent of silver fire in the light of the moon and stars. Oh, and it felt like fire, what tore across his chest. Top to bottom, a slash that went across his right side, intersecting the scar that, so many long months ago, Foxhound had left with a knife given to him by Patriot. The pain would have been crippling for anyone who had not been tempered by it. Oh, Snake had learned from it. He had learned to tame pain, to keep it captive until it was safe to let it out. Pain was good. It focused the mind sometimes, it told you when something was wrong. One without pain would die much quicker than one who did. He accepted it, and did not think about it. The wound became a dull, blazing throb, but nothing more.


He looked up to see his adversary apparently crowing in the victory, the blade dark with blood that was sampled by the wolf. Snake's lip flickered in a snarl—this was definitely not the wolf that he had gotten to know. What was wrong with him? Oh, he shouldn't be thinking about things like that during battle, but it plagued him. Was this all about him, or was there something else? Daisuke had always been a little crazy; had he finally snapped?


And then he was charging again, and Snake readied himself to counter it. He came forward like a linebacker looking to tackle, his arm ready to strike. Snake stood where he was until the last moment, when he slid again to Daisuke's unarmed side. He rolled with the punch, so to speak—he took a final step backward until Daisuke was only a few inches away from contact. Then he reached up with his uninjured hand, grabbing Daisuke by the scruff of the neck. He rolled, twisting and using the wolf's momentum against him. A moment later he had pinned the wolf to the ground, his one hand still clenching fur and skin of the wolf's neck and the other holding his knife. He kept one foot on the bladed arm, though Daisuke was still free to attack with both his teeth and his unarmed hand. He kicked with his hind paw, cracking the clasp on the blade to where it was no longer on the wolf arm. But perhaps it was the pain that was beginning to claw its way back to his consciousness from that wound on his chest, or perhaps it was Daisuke trying to get free, but something caused Snake to have a temporary lapse in judgment. Daisuke's head lifted slightly, and he saw his chance to strike. Like a cobra he darted forward, teeth scything. There was the scent of blood in the air, in his nostrils, in his mouth. Snake was immune to the intoxicating effects of blood by sight and by smell. But when he tasted it—that was different. His pupils dilated somewhat, and he felt his mind beginning to go awry. Immediately he relinquished his grasp on the wolf, rolling away and scrambling away, standing as best as he could. He swayed; he had lost blood, a lot of blood. His breathing was labored, his bandanna loose and slipping over one eye. The other was pained. He placed his unarmed hand on the wound across his chest, a deep fear growing in him when he felt the warmth of the blood that was staining it. He coughed and he tasted blood—whether it was his own or not was never known. He could see that Daisuke was bleeding, capillaries in his ear busted from where Snake had bitten part of it off. He felt ashamed, but he felt afraid as well. Daisuke might have been disarmed, but he was not very wounded—just maybe a little shaken up and with a bleeding ear. If he wanted, he could dispatch the Hydra right now, for his compassion for his friend had been the crux of his failure.


Things began to slip in and out of focus for him. It was the blood, the blood—the taste of it, the smell of it, the sight of it, the feeling that it gave him as it flowed from his body. He knew that he could not stand for much longer. This had happened to him once before, when he had gained the scar across his ribs. Patriot had watched him bleed then, letting him see the Gates of Death before calling in the medics to help him back. It had taught him a lesson, he said. Perhaps it had. But now Snake was feeling ill, lights flashing before his eyes. His knees gave out, and he crumpled to the snow, stained red with blood. He was cursing himself, over and over, until it became a drone in his head. He was better than this, better than this, better than this. Pity, compassion, emotion! Accursed things. He despised them, he loathed them. Without them, Daisuke would be the one bleeding on the ground. Not him.


And with that thought, everything went black, and Snake collapsed onto the ground, one hand clutching his chest and the other locked in a death-grip on his knife.

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ooc talk; James made this sexy table <3; this is the last post in this thread.

The two males seemed to clash like two titans. Somehow though, the powerful 'yote was able to get the golden dragon down on the ground, his back on the ground, and his blue eyes, slitted and looking up at the male, all while struggling to get free. His legs kicked and his claws on his right arm tried to slash at the other's face. The evasive 'yote was close enough to be attacked, but quick enough to move out of the way of the male's claws and teeth. Daisuke wildly threw his head from side to side, and before he knew it, he felt a shocking pain go through his audit. The male let out a sharp yelp, one that seemed to echo through the lands and one that ultimately brought Daisuke back to earth. All anger diminished from the male at once, and his blue orbs dilated back to their kind look. The eyes looked up at the male whom pinned him down, but he only saw a shadow at this moment of whom this wolven was on top of him.

He struggled more to get the other being from on top of him. The other pulled back, the other seemed to be hurt, and Daisuke took concern as his vision, his smell was returning. There was blood, and Daisuke blinked cluelessly several times before he finally was able to understand what was going on. Though..he still didn't quite understand. He looked at the form that was staggering back, and then the being fell to the ground. Daisuke's maw tasted of blood, and the air smelt thick of his own, and his best friend's blood. The male tried to lift his audits towards the other male, but there was a pain that shot through his right audit, so he kept this one flat on his head as he raised the other, and he looked around. He saw his best friend laying in the snow. What exactly had happened? Daisuke could only think that they were fighting a Dahlian, and Snake got hurt in the process. Daisuke quickly ran up to his friend and nudged him lightly before putting his left ear up to his chest to hear his heart beating, and his chest rhythmically breathing in and out. The male was still alive, which was all very good. Daisuke started to panic slightly before his father's words echoed through his head. " Daisuke, when on the battlefield, there will be injuries. i taught you how to dress a wound." This was right, Daisuke did know how to dress wounds, and so Daisuke was quick to get the 'yote male, turn him over first, before he pushed the male to sit up. Once he was seated instead of laying down, Daisuke had gotten himself in front of the male, and he pulled the male to where he was on Daisuke's back.

Before he left the area, he looked at his blades that had laid on the ground. He picked them both up, and then proceeded to leave the packlands of Inferni. The trip to his den that was right outside of Inferni seemed to take forever, mainly because Snake was heavier than he looked, and the fact that Daisuke's ear was bothering him. Once they had made it to the den, Daisuke's back was covered with his friend's blood. Daisuke had laid the male gently down on a blanket that Daisuke had gotten so he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. He then took a second blanket, ripped the material and then dressed his friend's wound. Once he was done, the male laid down next to his friend, on the side his wounds were not on, and he laid his head gently on the male's chest, and he snuggled close to Snake. He proceeded to fall into a light sleep, knowing that he could not fully sleep, just in case the other male had stopped breathing or something.







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