So this was Dahlia De Mai. They were the pack Directly south of where his friend lived. They were close to Inferni, no wonder they had been so angry with each other. Daisuke figured the greater distance, than the less trouble. His pierced audits pulled back on his head as he walked the beach. Daisuke had grown on one side of the battlefield already. He didn't know why, but he held a strong bond with Inferni, even though he had been attacked once, but the other time, he had made a friend. A friend that was loyal to his word, and trustworthy. Daisuke but then thought of the one woman he had met from this place. Addison. Oh, how she was so beautiful. Or, at least what he had remembered of the female. He had remembered most of the evening, but the last part of it was such a blur that he didn't remember anything up until the moment he had woken up, in his cave. He did find it strange that he could not remember the rest of the night, but he really didn't sweat it. He could actually feel the growl that was threatening to emerge from his maw. For some reason, he couldn't help but think that this war was Dahlia's fault, but then again...He was also being bias. He couldn't help it. He had never felt like this before. This random urge to hate, to judge. Well..He actually did feel this once before. He had thought things of a liar at his old home. On Zirenta. The boy acted like a martyr, but was nothing but a punk.
The male crept along the beach. It was pretty windy. He had even gone to Halifax and gotten himself a plaid scarf. He had seen Caillen wearing one, and it seemed that it would be a good thing to get for winter time. He had even started to wear his pants that he had found when he met Hanna; his tattoo artist. The warmness of the pants helped in the cold nights, and lately, he had just been sleeping in his optime form for some reason. He didn't know why, but he had been adjusting to sleeping in that form as well. The male snuggled himself into the scarf, trying to get the chill out of his body. The beach was windy, and the clouds looked as if they were stormy. He was thinking that if might snow once more. He male looked out on the horizon. It almost looked like Armageddon or some shit. He chuckled lightly. The ocean wouldn't want to destroy him, would she?
The ocean could be angry that this war was going on though. Daisuke felt his lip twitch angrily as the ocean thrashed her waves onto the shore. Daisuke stood well out of the way of the waves, simply because he could not get wet. He would freeze if he did. The ocean waters were more than likely freezing themselves. The feline had accompanied Daisuke today, since Schwarz did not want to be alone. The feline sat on his shoulder as Daisuke then started to move on. Schwarz mewed a few times to Daisuke, possibly complaining about the wind. Daisuke couldn't speak low speech, so he only assumed that's what the feline was mewing about. The backback that he had also gotten from halifax the same day that he met the tattoo artist, too was on his back, filled with little trinkets that he had found long the beach, and other things like the necklaces he had found with Snake, and a few balls of twine. The male padded along, his eyes on his feet, his feline's eyes on the road before them. As he walked on, Schwarz was the first to realize a figure. The feline growled lightly, and started to puff up. Who could it be?