05-22-2010, 12:26 AM
I think it's awesome. And at least it's in English—"The Best Is Yet To Come", the song from MGS1, was entirely in Gaelic, lol.
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Unfortunately (or fortunately?), Snake did not see the great serpent Apep when he peered into the darkness of the underground storage area of the gas station. He saw the youth with his angular coyote features (which was actually somewhat rare in this clan—it seemed more a haven for coyote-hybrids than coyotes outright) and grayscale fur, brightening and darkening in undulations in the shadows. Snake caught the glare of blood-red eyes before he moved deeper into the shadows of the basement; an eye color that he had never seen before coming here, but had seen increasingly more in Inferni. Anselm had had those eyes, as well as both of the other Hydras that he served alongside. He assumed it was a family thing (as he virtually assumed that everyone in the clan, sans himself and a few others, were related... not that he was far off). Regardless, the coyote seemed displeased with the Hydra's intrusion; he had noticed the prickling of his fur. And, with his cryptic answer to the simple question, Snake assumed that this meeting would not be quite as easy as he would've hoped. Lovely.
Something about the situation made him feel uneasy—perhaps the corpse of the snake acting symbolically, the response of the youth, the fact that he was underground (Snake loathed being underground, of course), or any number of other things. When it came to responding to the red-eyed boy's answer, Snake merely muttered a, "Uh-huh," in a gravelly tone. He was very unsure of how to react, seeing as though he wasn't exactly the greatest conversationalist in normal circumstances. But something about it was so strange that he considered playing along for a moment—a consideration which led to, "And I am the snake." It sounded stupid in his ears—wasn't a viper a snake?—but imagination was definitely one of his weaker points. He was a soldier, and a mechanically-minded one at that. Creativity was not really something that had been fostered in him.
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Unfortunately (or fortunately?), Snake did not see the great serpent Apep when he peered into the darkness of the underground storage area of the gas station. He saw the youth with his angular coyote features (which was actually somewhat rare in this clan—it seemed more a haven for coyote-hybrids than coyotes outright) and grayscale fur, brightening and darkening in undulations in the shadows. Snake caught the glare of blood-red eyes before he moved deeper into the shadows of the basement; an eye color that he had never seen before coming here, but had seen increasingly more in Inferni. Anselm had had those eyes, as well as both of the other Hydras that he served alongside. He assumed it was a family thing (as he virtually assumed that everyone in the clan, sans himself and a few others, were related... not that he was far off). Regardless, the coyote seemed displeased with the Hydra's intrusion; he had noticed the prickling of his fur. And, with his cryptic answer to the simple question, Snake assumed that this meeting would not be quite as easy as he would've hoped. Lovely.
Something about the situation made him feel uneasy—perhaps the corpse of the snake acting symbolically, the response of the youth, the fact that he was underground (Snake loathed being underground, of course), or any number of other things. When it came to responding to the red-eyed boy's answer, Snake merely muttered a, "Uh-huh," in a gravelly tone. He was very unsure of how to react, seeing as though he wasn't exactly the greatest conversationalist in normal circumstances. But something about it was so strange that he considered playing along for a moment—a consideration which led to, "And I am the snake." It sounded stupid in his ears—wasn't a viper a snake?—but imagination was definitely one of his weaker points. He was a soldier, and a mechanically-minded one at that. Creativity was not really something that had been fostered in him.