05-16-2010, 12:22 AM
Don't know if you've ever seen it, but I have lmfao'd hardcore at this video of David Hayter attempting to sing Snake Eater. XD
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Last night's sleeping place for the Hydra had been in the northern mountains. This was the new territory—the lands that had replaced those that he had dwelled in until only weeks ago. Quite frankly, he'd trade in these Godforsaken wastes for his lonely home in the junkyard any day. But he still felt that he needed to at least give them a good look-at, even though what he saw didn't really impress him. The mountain was just that, a mountain. He had slept out in the open, beneath the spring stars. And in the morning he had wandered down from Goldsgen Peak to the dusty lands to the northwest, nothing but wastes and the trailing line of the highway that cut through it. The sun was steadily coming up in the east, making it harder to see as the dim light interfered with both the rods and cones in his eyes. He followed the road (coming from the opposite direction that Mkhai would have) as the winds that came gusting through the area coated his golden-tan pelt with sand and dust.
He thought that keeping out of what seemed to be a windstorm might be a good idea (Snake was unaware that it was usually like this anyway in this region) so he began to walk towards a small, lonely building that was alongside the highway. He had seen things like these before, though he didn't know the name for them. They were usually alone, virtually identical—the strange-shaped building with the regular pillars out front. The gas pumps were rusted and almost unrecognizable as Snake passed by them, entering the store. He brushed the sediment off of his arms and chest before walking forward, looking around. There wasn't much to see—he could tell that many others had been here before and that there wasn't much left to even consider. Snake would've rested if he hadn't noticed the scent of someone else, a coyote, and the smell of strange blood in the air.
The man felt it was his duty to investigate things like this—he was a Hydra after all. He had to remind him consistently of this as he noticed that the scent-trail led towards the stairs that descended to the cellar. Anyone who knew Snake well would know that he had an irrational fear of underground or claustrophobic places, and bigger human buildings. He started down the stairs carefully, somewhat nervous, and when he came to the bottom he did not step off of those stairs. The blond coyote peered into the darkness, eventually picking out the greyscale form of a young coyote resting near the distinctive skeleton of a serpent in the gloom. It actually took the man a second to realize the skeleton as his namesake—he usually did not regard snakes as such any more than one Sarah would regard another girl named Sarah as such. But then when he thought about it and the metallic scent of blood and flesh of the reptile in the air, it made him feel unsettled.
He felt compelled to ask, "Who are you?" He had never seen this kid around before—though Snake was not exactly social, he liked to think that he knew most of the Inferni members. He didn't even remember them having any kids around, after Mason had taken an adult rank. He must be new, then.
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Last night's sleeping place for the Hydra had been in the northern mountains. This was the new territory—the lands that had replaced those that he had dwelled in until only weeks ago. Quite frankly, he'd trade in these Godforsaken wastes for his lonely home in the junkyard any day. But he still felt that he needed to at least give them a good look-at, even though what he saw didn't really impress him. The mountain was just that, a mountain. He had slept out in the open, beneath the spring stars. And in the morning he had wandered down from Goldsgen Peak to the dusty lands to the northwest, nothing but wastes and the trailing line of the highway that cut through it. The sun was steadily coming up in the east, making it harder to see as the dim light interfered with both the rods and cones in his eyes. He followed the road (coming from the opposite direction that Mkhai would have) as the winds that came gusting through the area coated his golden-tan pelt with sand and dust.
He thought that keeping out of what seemed to be a windstorm might be a good idea (Snake was unaware that it was usually like this anyway in this region) so he began to walk towards a small, lonely building that was alongside the highway. He had seen things like these before, though he didn't know the name for them. They were usually alone, virtually identical—the strange-shaped building with the regular pillars out front. The gas pumps were rusted and almost unrecognizable as Snake passed by them, entering the store. He brushed the sediment off of his arms and chest before walking forward, looking around. There wasn't much to see—he could tell that many others had been here before and that there wasn't much left to even consider. Snake would've rested if he hadn't noticed the scent of someone else, a coyote, and the smell of strange blood in the air.
The man felt it was his duty to investigate things like this—he was a Hydra after all. He had to remind him consistently of this as he noticed that the scent-trail led towards the stairs that descended to the cellar. Anyone who knew Snake well would know that he had an irrational fear of underground or claustrophobic places, and bigger human buildings. He started down the stairs carefully, somewhat nervous, and when he came to the bottom he did not step off of those stairs. The blond coyote peered into the darkness, eventually picking out the greyscale form of a young coyote resting near the distinctive skeleton of a serpent in the gloom. It actually took the man a second to realize the skeleton as his namesake—he usually did not regard snakes as such any more than one Sarah would regard another girl named Sarah as such. But then when he thought about it and the metallic scent of blood and flesh of the reptile in the air, it made him feel unsettled.
He felt compelled to ask, "Who are you?" He had never seen this kid around before—though Snake was not exactly social, he liked to think that he knew most of the Inferni members. He didn't even remember them having any kids around, after Mason had taken an adult rank. He must be new, then.