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- Snake - 12-04-2009 [html]Congrats on Spotlight Soul!
table credit goes to sie - Daisuke - 12-06-2009 [html] http://i48.tinypic.com/2wnwsnk.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top; padding-top: 90px; text-align: justify;">
OOC: Thanks, It's pretty funny because I won October on one site, and then November on here xD
No. I tried to play my father’s banjo once, though. I don’t think I’m very musical. it was almost disappointing to hear that, but Daisuke found a bout of determination by this statement. It made Daisuke want to learn more about the guitar so he could one day play something beautiful for his slithering little Snake. Then one day, I will play you something beautiful. Something just for you. Okay? the male spoke, smiling almost lovingly to the male as he continued to walk alongside his friend. A little bit, yeah. I can’t read a book or anything, but I can get the gist of signs and such. That’s how I found out that store back there—the sign said “pawn”, so I guessed it was a pawn shop and had a lot of weird stuff in it. I guess there wasn’t stuff like that were you’re from? the male had spoken, and while he had spoken, Daisuke listened, and stayed silent until the male had finished and asked him about where he was from. It was true, on Zirenta, the closest thing to the humans were the ruins that was on the sister island of Ansea. And Ansea was the dangerous island to travel because of the mass amount of psycho wolves that lived on the island, as well as the mafia pack, Dehvor. No, we didn't have anything. We didn't even have Luperci. I'm the first in my family. he spoke, nodding his head lightly and looking at the male, his face was still happy, though there was a tint of something else in there, a negative feeling, but unidentifiable to the male himself. Maybe it was sorrow. Sorrow for the fact that he was a Luperci, or for the fact that so many bad memories came with the mention of Zirenta?(bad memories as far as his father and mother dying, his brother and sister running away, his other sister disappearing as well. etc) Whichever one. He wasn't so in tune with it. He still held a smile on his face though. Regardless.
His friend then turned down a street. Daisuke stopped for a second, not really understanding where he was going for a second, and then quickly deciding that he should more than likely follow his companion and turn down the road as well. It took a few long strides for him to catch up with the male again, but the boy was going slow enough, so it wasn't too big of a deal for him. He re-approached the male's side and still held that silly grin on his maw as he looked around at the stores. He looked at the signs, but could still make no sense of them, so he simply just followed his friend. The boy stopped infront of a store only a few seconds later. Oceanic blue orbs looked at the building. It did not have the board over it, so it more than likely meant that either someone had already hit the place, or that the storms got to it. Looks promising. the other boy spoke as he was walking to the doors. Daisuke followed him, smiling. Yeah. he agreed and wagged his tail gently. The boy again walked up to the doors, and to his surprise, this one was not locked like the other. He opened the one opposite of Snake, so he wouldn't hit the male in the face or anything.
He looked to Snake. It's open... he pointed out, still surprised that it was open. That definitely meant that someone was here before him and his friend. He held the door open, and allowed the other to go in first, just because he was being polite.
- Snake - 12-06-2009 [html]
table credit goes to sie - Daisuke - 12-07-2009 [html] http://i48.tinypic.com/2wnwsnk.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top; padding-top: 90px; text-align: justify;">
OOC:Table by Alex (snake)
Alright the male seemed to comply with the fact that Daisuke would try to impress him with a song one day. The comply was emotionless, automatic if you will. Daisuke noticed that his compliance always did sound the same. It never sounded like he wanted to do it, but it also didn't sound like he didn't want to do it. It almost confused the male at some points in his adventures with the male. It was intriguing about the boy in a way. Or atleast Daisuke thought so. He let that smile sit on his face as he let the male speak. I didn’t know places still existed, untouched by Luperci. How did you get it, then? he asked a question that was normally not asked by others. Or atleast it was the first time he was being asked it. It didn't phase him in any way though, it was just a new question, and he liked new questions. They made life ten times more fun. Well, I kinda was attacked by three of them. Something about me on their hunting grounds or something like that. the male explained, shrugging his shoulder about the whole ordeal. The effects of the battle were amazing though. He got to be able to shift, and though it was very painful the first few times, once he had gotten used to it, it wasn't a problem to him at all.
The other male entered before him, Daisuke following close behind. The male looked around the store. It looked like it had been hit already. Almost everything was empty. Daisuke sighed lightly. He still held a small grin, but it was not as excited. The other male had been over by a wall, and Daisuke eventually walked over to him. There you go, some guitars. the male spoke. Daisuke nodded his head as he looked at each of them in detail. There were two that were smaller, light weight, wooden like Mew's had been. The others were rusted, but they were made of metal. Daisuke picked up a wooden one first and as soon as he grabbed it, the reason it was there was apparent. Rats. Daisuke looked back at Snake. These aren't any good. Rats have been eating at them, trying to burrow in the guitar for shelter. The outside looked great, but the back of it is all chewed out. the male spoke as he put the guitar back on the wall, and he went to the second wooden acoustic. He picked it up, and this one too had the same problem. Daisuke shook his head before he looked at the other metal ones. The rust had almost completely covered them. There's nothing here. We'll have to hit somewhere else. the male spoke before he started to walk back towards the door.
Something stopped him for a second though. His audit picked up a sound of scratching. The scratching was too large to be a rat, or a mouse, unless said rodent was mutated and disgustingly huge. His orbs went to the ceiling for a second. Mew now that was not a rodent. Rodents didn't mew. Daisuke looked at it curiously before he stood up on his tippy toes and opened up the ceiling (it had been one of the ones that were just slabs that could be accessed from anywhere) and he saw the most curious sight. Snake. I found a kitty. the boy pointed out as he reached into the attic and grabbed the little kitten. It was older enough for it to be on it's own, but young enough to be cute, and sweet. Daisuke smiled as he brought it down, and he showed Snake. Look, it's so cute! It's a little black and white one. I haven't seen one of this color before, have you? he asked, wondering if the male had seen a cat that had an even amount of black and white on it, rather than a majority black, or a majority white. The little kitten purred at the two boys, knowing that they would save him. Or atleast...That's what the kitten thought. Innocence in the eyes of the youth.
- Snake - 12-07-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... rsnake.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> For some reason, Snake was not at all surprised that it had been an accidental trespassing that had gotten Daisuke into the trouble which caused him to become one of the new werewolves. Of course, it didn’t look like he was unhappy about it—the fact that he was usually in Optime form showed that he had some kind of liking for his new powers. Snake had been born with it, as both of his parents had. He had always thought it something absolutely necessary for canids in the world, though it seemed as though there were still pockets where old wolves still roamed, ignorant of their shifting cousins. When they had come to the back of the store, where the remaining guitars were, Daisuke took one of the acoustic ones down from the wall before disappointment became apparent on his face. Snake waited, curious, and the wolf explained the reason. Rats? He looked around, seeing several cracks and holes in the wall that could serve as conduits for the rodents. The coyote frowned, disappointed as well that Daisuke hadn’t been able to find a functioning guitar. That was the problem with finding human things that still worked around here—time destroyed all. The store had ended up being a bust anyway, and they left soon after they realized the other acoustic was defunct as well. Or, at least, they tried to leave, but a scrabbling sound stopped Daisuke, which stopped Snake as well. At first Snake assumed it was one of the marauding mice, but the sound was far too loud for that. It seemed to be coming from above them, as did a mew. Snake had not encountered many cats in his life, but he knew from experience that they usually made such sounds. He watched, vaguely impressed, as the werewolf stood up tall and removed one of the parts of the ceiling (as a coyote and being much shorter than a wolf, Snake wouldn’t have been able to do such) and then found the source of all the sounds—a cat, as the coyote had thought. Daisuke took the kitten by the scruff and brought it down. Listening to Daisuke gush about it, he flicked an ear and shook his head. “Nah, I haven’t seen too many domesticated cats regardless,” he responded—most of the cats he’d seen were cougars and wildcats, too feral to be tamed and too dangerous to hang around. The few domesticated cats he had seen were older, and tabbies which blended better with the forest. The cat didn’t seem too threatened by the two looming lycanthropes—no, there was bonhomie clear on its face as it looked at both of them. Snake crossed his arms, his olive eyes surveying the werewolf and the cat for a moment before he inquired, “So… what are you going to do with it?” Snake, not one to be very feely for anything, wouldn’t really want to bother keeping an animal. It would be just another mouth to feed. Daisuke would be more inclined to keep it, but hell. Daisuke had surprised him with his intentions before, so, for all Snake knew, he planned to eat it (though Snake didn’t think he’d do so!). table credit goes to jacoby [/html]
- Daisuke - 12-07-2009 [html]
- Snake - 12-08-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... ython1.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Snake was, at first, perplexed that Daisuke didn’t know what a domesticated cat was. But then he realized that he was from some island out in the middle of nowhere that didn’t have Luperci, and he felt somewhat fatuous for not realizing it sooner, before he mentioned it. “Domesticated—it means that the humans tamed them, long ago.” He gestured to the small kitten, which obviously didn’t have the feral instincts enough to scratch and hiss until the scary wolfmen left it alone. “They dulled their instincts and made them into house-pets. Good companions, but barely able to take care of themselves. I’m surprised that this one made it.” He looked at the kitten with vague contempt on his face. Snake’s thoughts towards the humans were very varied. He admired their ability to make the most amazing weapons of death (the idea of the gun was fascinating), but the thought of tearing creatures from their animalistic ways was an affront to him. At the coyote’s question, Daisuke first responded by holding the creature towards him, dangling from the scruff of the back of its neck. Not caring for its safety in the least, Snake merely shook his head. “No,” he said, not wanting to eat it or to feed it and keep it around. He paused before tilting his head slightly (a habit that he was unwittingly picking up from Daisuke himself) and asking, “What, do you want it?” He still didn’t know how Daisuke lived, without a wolf pack, and he wasn’t sure if keeping a pet would be well-fitted to that kind of lifestyle. But hell, it may work better than keeping the cat with him in his car-den. Snake’s olive eyes darted towards the door, and he noticed that the sunlight was fading. The winter days were growing shorter and shorter, it seemed. “Shit,” he cursed. “I need to start heading home.” table credit goes to jacoby [/html]
- Daisuke - 12-08-2009 [html]
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