10-11-2009, 10:59 PM
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Snake had spent the entire day working on the rusted-out shell of an automobile that he had found in the Harrow Road Landfill, which he had been trying to make into a den that he could live in while he remained in Inferni. It had been a pretty profitable day in that venture—he had torn out the seats and replaced them with some of the more clean rubbish that he had found around the landfill, thus creating a pretty cozy place to sleep. Unfortunately, that sleep wouldn’t come. And it wasn’t that his mind was too busy; actually, it was quite still. He simply couldn’t manage to close his eyes and fall into oblivion. So, as he often did when he couldn’t sleep, he got up and started to look around. His walking took him east, into the Forests of Inferni and then past the row of wolf skulls on stakes. He continued until he was in the area known as the Dampwoods, just to the east of Inferni…
The moon lit up the woodlands well, so the coyote didn’t have any trouble seeing as he sifted through. He walked on two legs, in his Optime form, pushing away undergrowth and branches that got in his way. He was tranquil, listening to the general sounds of night as he continued along, when a string of a foreign language broke the night. He could hear the fluttering of birds as they flew away from the sound. Snake, on the other hand, was somewhat curious. Much like the victims of the horror movies, he wandered towards the strange sound. He had nearly lost where the voice had come from when more garbled words came forth, and he managed to triangulate the sound to the source.
He could descry the form in the moonlight—a light-furred wolf with fiery hair and glinting green eyes, perched in a tree and gripping the branch with clawed hands. She seemed to be sobbing which, combined with her strange shouts, made Snake feel frightened. Now he had seen the source of the occurrences, he felt no need to stay. The coyote attempted to get away, as silently as he could…
Unfortunately, the crisp leaves and branches underfoot wouldn’t allow that. They had heralded his approach and now his leave to whoever was listening.
Snake had spent the entire day working on the rusted-out shell of an automobile that he had found in the Harrow Road Landfill, which he had been trying to make into a den that he could live in while he remained in Inferni. It had been a pretty profitable day in that venture—he had torn out the seats and replaced them with some of the more clean rubbish that he had found around the landfill, thus creating a pretty cozy place to sleep. Unfortunately, that sleep wouldn’t come. And it wasn’t that his mind was too busy; actually, it was quite still. He simply couldn’t manage to close his eyes and fall into oblivion. So, as he often did when he couldn’t sleep, he got up and started to look around. His walking took him east, into the Forests of Inferni and then past the row of wolf skulls on stakes. He continued until he was in the area known as the Dampwoods, just to the east of Inferni…
The moon lit up the woodlands well, so the coyote didn’t have any trouble seeing as he sifted through. He walked on two legs, in his Optime form, pushing away undergrowth and branches that got in his way. He was tranquil, listening to the general sounds of night as he continued along, when a string of a foreign language broke the night. He could hear the fluttering of birds as they flew away from the sound. Snake, on the other hand, was somewhat curious. Much like the victims of the horror movies, he wandered towards the strange sound. He had nearly lost where the voice had come from when more garbled words came forth, and he managed to triangulate the sound to the source.
He could descry the form in the moonlight—a light-furred wolf with fiery hair and glinting green eyes, perched in a tree and gripping the branch with clawed hands. She seemed to be sobbing which, combined with her strange shouts, made Snake feel frightened. Now he had seen the source of the occurrences, he felt no need to stay. The coyote attempted to get away, as silently as he could…
Unfortunately, the crisp leaves and branches underfoot wouldn’t allow that. They had heralded his approach and now his leave to whoever was listening.
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