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BIC: Daisuke's blue eyes looked at the other male's eyes. They showed him anger, an anger that was just a fire that was much like his brother's. It made him wince back lightly. His audits fell back lightly. He also saw the boy's hand raise several times. It rose to the necklace. He prayed that the boy would not take it off. It was something that he held so close to his heart. But Daisuke's sorrow was pushed away by hopeful thoughts as the other male's shock melted away, as well as the aggression. He turned into something that was emotionless. A machine... Daisuke's audits pulled back forward. How about a deal—I’ll wear the necklace if you let me escort you out of here. the voice of the male was comforting. It was a nice voice when it was not snarly and aggressive. His tail wagged at the deal, but Daisuke wanted to take it one step further. How about we adventure? I most definitely would love to do that. You look like you'd like to adventure too. he started to speak before shutting his mouth to let the other continue to speak. You need to get out of here. There are coyotes here that wouldn’t think twice about killing a trespasser like you. There is other ocean in this land for you to visit without danger. Coyotes? Was that what he was? A Coyote? Is that why he looked different? Is that why he was different in his scent as well? Coyotes? This isn't another band of wolves? Coyotes..Is that what you are? he asked, his head cocking to the side for a minute. He didn't know anything about coyotes, much less anything on this crazy island. If you're talking about the beach in Cour Des Miracles, then i don't think they want me to go back there....I really don't want to run into that one chick again...she hurt my ears, she really did... he spoke pathetically to the male, his own audits pressing back against his head, if you looked very close at those ears' you could see the scabbing of his encounter with that feo.
But yeah, you can escort me. Also...What's your name? I don't think you said it.. he spoke, looking to the shorter boy with a smile on his maw. He then looked to the ocean once again. I'll see you some other time, ocean dear! You better show me that dragon next time, okay? he called out to the water, whom simply let another wave crash onto the shores of this rocky beach. His eyes then went back to the boy. He was incredibly adorable, and he really wanted to know the name of the wolf coyote that he had given his necklace to. Daisuke reached his hand out to this boy now, afterall, he did say he was going to escort Daisuke off of the lands. You're part of this pack? You said they'd kill me...What do they have against wolves? he asked, cocking his head to the opposite way he had done before. He was curious, and this was a pressing issue, and it would be better for him to know so he avoids this place next time...Welll.....That was until he wanted to see the boy whom he had given the necklace to. His eyes went to the shell on the end of the necklace, and he couldn't help but be extremely happy that the boy had made a deal with him. I dunno if I'll be able to stay away. I might have to check up on you and see if you still got my necklace around your neck. You have to swear that you won't purposely take it off.. It's only okay if someone rips it off, or it falls off. And then, when that does happen, I can make you a new one! he spoke excitedly as he started to move away from the male, starting to go towards the way he had come from. There was borders where he had entered, so he supposed that he might as well go the way he came.
So were you born here? At Souls? Or were you born elsewhere like I? he asked, curious about the boy's past. He was younger than Daisuke, by a few months, but still. He could have been like Daisuke, grown up in some place that was totally primitive and then wandered here and had to start over. Just like himself. Or, the boy could have been born here, in this pack. This band of unfriendly coyotes. They reminded him of Dehvor. The band of mafia wolves on the neighboring island of Ansea. The thought sent chills up his spine. He didn't want to be killed. He didn't mind a few scars here and there, but death was something that he couldn't deal with. The boy looked back at the brute whom's pelt almost matched his own. His blue eyes gleaming with friendliness and excitement. So how about that adventure? he asked, smiling back at the male before he hummed a small tune to himself, continuing to walk, glancing back at the male, making sure he was following.
