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[p/m] for brooklyn. I dunno if you wanted to play out the dirty so I marked it [m] just in case; SSWM:566
Daisuke had been in Halifax today, doing some shopping. He had been here days earlier, only with himself and Schwarz, looking for things that they could use back in his den that he had made that was near Inferni. He needed some blankets, because he was quite tired of sleeping on the cold ground. He also needed to get some more liquor. He and Snake had drank the rest that he had back at the den of his, so he had to go get some more. He couldn't not have drinks for his friend when he visited. Daisuke wanted to be prepared for if the male randomly showed up at this den entrance, wanting to have lunch with him or something special like that. After all, these last few times, could be the real last times that Snake and Daisuke saw each other, weither Snake got killed, or Daisuke did. Daisuke had put himself close to Inferni, and if Dahlia had decided that Daisuke was allied with the coyotes (weither the 'yotes knew it or not) then they would be more than likely to try and kill him. Daisuke was no push over, mind you, actually, he tended to be quite dangerous when it came to a real fight (that was a game to him really).
These scars that he held on his body were from the games. The two most dangerously placed would be the one on the back of his neck, and his collar bone. Both slashes were from a dangerous blade wielder. He knew not of her name, but he did know that she was in fact in Inferni. She had attacked him when he was "weak" but he had somehow gotten away from her (by jumping into the river and swimming with the current). The one that had been most noticeable was the one that was carved on his muzzle, two strikes. Both of them had been given to him by a woman named "Svara Thames" she fucked him, and then attacked him. It was quite a weird ceremony, but it happened and she had taken hi virginity, and reminded him of it by giving him two scars across his muzzle. Across his stomach, he held three slash marks, created by Hybrid, as well as a matching set of slashes right above his tail. the last one would be the one on his ankle, a straight bite by a woman named "Pontiac". She was from Phoenix Valley.
The male paraded around with his scars from head to almost toe. He could use some more, he guessed, and this war, if he was to get in the middle of any fights, then he would be provided with more. He had been training a bit since he had received the news as well. Ask any of the trees that now bared deep slashes in them from Daisuke's blades. The rainbow headed male (yeah, that was right. Daisuke recently got his hair dyed by Susquehanna) walked through halifax, his black backpack on his back, plaid scarf around his neck, as well as his split plaid blue and red pants. He was quick to slip into the same bar that he and Addison had partied in weeks before. There was still enough liquor to go around, and he reached behind the counter and grabbed three to start off with. He opened one, and took his first swig.
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It's a beautiful lie
It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me
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OOC: Sorry for how late this reply is! Word count: 562
Brooklyn still couldn't understand that a war would truly hit their lands. She could rationalise it, of course, she could tell herself that such was the way of life, that some things could never be changed, but it still did not shake the feeling that a great doom was about to befall them all. She didn't see Inferni as evil. She had before, of course, when Kaena had chased her off the lands, but time had made her understand that it had been her fault. She had been a nosy, impertinent pup. Kaena was only trying to protect her lands from invaders. The white girl hovered on the edge of her lands. The ghost wolf was by her side, watching her silently. They could kill us if we go out there, she pointed out and watched him nod solemly. Silas and Marik. What if they get hurt? What about Gael, what happens if he comes back to this? There was no answer from the ghost wolf and Brooklyn knew there would be none. He could not see the future and no matter how much it hurt to admit it, no one could. They would have to go through it alone and blind.
Silently, she slipped out of pack territory, making her way towards Halifax. Haven had lived there after finding out about their father. She had found alcohol through him and although the bitter drink would do nothing for her but make her ill, she wanted it. Craved it. Brooklyn looked around the deserted city. Humans had lived here and indeed their remains were buried in the cemetery not far off. Her mother had burned a bar here and Brooklyn had watched it go down. She had found her coat here, and met friends. To her, Halifax posed no threat. Why should it? The war would not come to the city, that much she could be sure of.
Her nose poised gracefully into the air, the tall white femme passed silently between abandoned and decaying buildings. The sound of crashing waves and the strong smell of the sea engulfed her. Soon, a bar came into view. By now, the ghost wolf had passed into the land of shadows, though he remained a comforting presence in the back of her head. She couldn't quite believe that he had been so good to her, even though she feared him. Now, he was an ally, someone to watch over her. It was enough to make Brooklyn happy. Peeking through the grime-encrusted windows, she could see a shape by the bar. Her whole frame tensed. An enemy? Slowly, she pulled her hair back into her bun, tightening it, getting as much of her fringe out of her eyes as possible. Her icy blue eyes glinted seductively. She could talk her way out of anything. Trying to copy a sexy swagger, Brooklyn pushed open the bar door and strutted towards the male (for scent gave him away as one, with a hint of Inferni around him). Her coat hugged her figure, for all that she was still unsure and somewhat awkward. She could let none of it show.
Pour me one, will you? she asked, leaning slightly towards him, her eyes glued to his. Her heart thumped inher chest all the while and she struggled not to flee. She had to be strong, mature, a brave girl.
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It's cool.
The male had been sitting in silence, though his head had been pumping with music. He almost wished he had brought his guitar, but he figured that he would be walking around with too many things since he had the backpack on his back for the bottles that he would take back to his den. In fact, this is what he started to do. He unzipped the backpack and grabbed another few bottles from behind the counter and he stuffed them in the bag without a problem. The way he had put them made room for about seven bottles. He wanted an even ten bottles, so he would carry three of them in his arms on the way home. That was...if he didn't drink the ones in his hand on the way home. He had a tendency to do so sometimes. Like the party with Addison. He had brought a few drinks along with him, and because of the drinking, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be looking for help for Addison and her bleeding head, and instead he just passed out in the middle of the forest, drunk.
The rainbow headed punk had been drinking the vodka almost like it was water now. He was starting to get used to the taste, the burning as it went down his throat. It made him stop drinking and giggle a few times because it was actually getting satisfying to him. He had been in the middle of another swig when a scent entered his nares. A woman. Audits turned to the door, and there was a woman, her pelt beautiful, pure ivory. However, she had lacked something that Daisuke found oh-so attractive on a woman. Scars. She truly was pure, truly an angel. Scars were something that proved to Daisuke that one was alive, that they were real, not a figment of his imagination. Pour me one, will you? the woman asked him. Daisuke's tail wagged gently, and a smile held on his ebon lips.
"Have a bottle." the male spoke as he stood up and danced his way to meet the woman halfway. He held an unopened bottle one hand and his own in the other. He held out the bottle that was for her and twisted the cap so that the seal had been broken, and then he held it out to her.
"The name's Daisuke Ghanjai. Who are you?" island accent littered his voice, and excitement and happiness vibrated off of his tongue.
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It's a beautiful lie
It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me
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