The beach was moderately crowded when the black truck pulled up into the parking lot. With a quick stop at everyone's house, spare for Angela's, they all piled out onto the warm sand. With Cypher in the lead, he hefted a large parasol on his shoulder and trudged across the sand while Donta pushed Kat's wheelchair through the sand to the spot Cypher had picked out. Within a second, he had the long pole of the Parasol driven a foot into the sand so fast that Donta had trouble seeing.<br/><br/>Now wearing a pair of red swimming trunks he had changed into at his house, he took a seat on a blanket  Cypher had laid out under the parasol next to Kat's chair, his open button up shirt flapping in the gentle breeze.<br/><br/>"This is better." he said with a sigh of relief. Cypher finally stopped setting things up and sat down beside him as they watched the rest of the people there swim.<br/><br/>"So, Cypher. You're my bodyguard, eh?" Donta asked, "Do you think the Poachers are that dangerous?"<br/><br/>"We've been tracking Poacher movements for a year now. We know they are capable of many bad things." He stopped, then looked at the group, "Katherine knows but Angela does not. Perhaps we should not talk about this in her presence." Donta opened his mouth but stopped. It would be best if the least amount of people knew his secret so he just nodded, pulling his knees to his chest and letting his wide feet lay in the sand. He never needed a bodyguard before, but then again when it came down to it, he couldn't really defend himself without using his claws. That was something he refused to do, ever since then...<br/><br/>The memory of it came back to him in a rush, or rather, the aftermath of what happened. He remembered some people found out his secret in his primary school when he was eight years old, and they grouped together to beat him up, because he was a mistake that needed to be erased. He remembered the name calling, the pushing, then the book across his head. After that his memory blurred, and the next he recalled was in his own bathroom with his mother as she washed him off in the bathtub. He remembered the water was red, and his claws were still extended.<br/><br/>His mother didn't tell him exactly what he did, but he figured he really hurt someone, if not killed them, but his mother assured him no one died. Still, ever since he never once bared his claws at anyone or anything.<br/><br/>Shaking his head from the memory, he looked out to the water and stood up to stretch, letting his wings expand, "Well, I'm going for a dip. Anyone want to join me?"