OOC:[p] Snake; please no one else.
BIC: Oh little sand flea! Where did you go?! The boy was trying to catch them again. He was digging though the rocks, annoyed that after an hour of searching for one, he finally caught sight of it, and then it disappeared! The magical little bugger! He stopped digging in the rocks for a second, to scope the area. He had been lucky to find a slightly deserted part of the beach, but it was the worst section if he did say so himself. It didn't like all the rocks, and desperately tried to deal with them for quite some time now. He had gone rock after rock. The gray one, the brownish gray, the blueish, reddish, somewhat purpleish grays and even moss covered ones. It was getting annoying, and somewhat boring. He wanted to have a company. Yes, a company. Not companies, just one. One company. He wondered if anybody would be stupid enough to come over here, like he had been. He hit his forehead with his palm and sighed as he sat down on the pile of rocks that he made. This place sucks. No sand. thought the boy, trying to think about what to do next.
He wondered what packland he had stumbled upon this time. He was curious because it too had a beach. On Zirenta, there was the shorelines, and then the cove. No real two beaches that were... claimed. If anything that's what irked him. The beaches...Claimed! How could you claim the sea?! It was stupid. Why did they do that one? It didn't make sense. He didn't want to think about it anymore. It was a buzz kill thinking about how at any moment he would be caught tresspassing on private property of a freaking pack. It was the beach. It was water. It was the sea. Something he loved. You couldn't keep him away from it. Not now, not ever. Daisuke looked out to the ocean for answers, for peace. He needed the peace, or he'd be lost forever. Lost in anger. Father told him to never anger. Never let anything get under your skin. Keep only survival on your mind. Be graceful with words, with your feet too. Never let your gaurd down. Anyone can turn at the last moment.
He pulled the unfinished hemp necklace that he had learned to make off of his tail, and he started to work on it one again. He went through each step, keeping his hands busy as he looked out to the ocean. Perhaps for Kisuke. For the Golden Dragon of a father. He smiled lightly. Your humor is hilarious, ocean! the male telpathically spoke to the ocean before he reached his foot to the water and wiggling his toes. You're awesome. Daisuke dared not to speak before the waves. Not when company wasn't around. He stayed in silence for the ocean's words. Hands still knotting up the necklace. He had the perfect shell to put on the end of it too. He was almost done with it. Only the shell and the neck of it's owner was missing.
