05-17-2010, 10:13 PM
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Today the weather decided to give them a break. Snake was happy—it had been raining like a bastard for the weeks after the war had finished, and he didn't have anywhere to take shelter in. Well, sometimes he managed to force himself to dwell in a cavern for a while, but he hated that even more than sitting out in the rain most of the time. He had fought once to get out of a subterranean place, and it went against his core to go back there. Sometimes he did manage to get to the porch of the Mansion to wait out the storm as well, but he didn't want to go inside. He was not terribly social, and there was always someone in there that felt the need to make some kind of conversation. Though Snake was not quite as backwards as he had been a few months ago, he still had a long way to go.
Regardless, he came to the new center of the territory today. It used to be the caves, now renamed the Grimwell Caverns, but since the shifting of the borders it was this place. So far, he rather liked it. It was quiet, sans the breeze that bent the spring grasses before him like an ocean. He could smell the scent of prey in the air, smaller things like rabbits and the like that had returned to the surface after the death of winter. He was currently uninterested; Snake was still in Optime form after sleeping in the mountains last night, and he didn't want to waste the energy to get into a more swifter four-legged form. And besides, he was more thirsty than hungry anyway.
This brought him to the rushing of a river to the east, the river that they had named River Acheron. It was swift-moving and clean—more than enough to make the man not second-guess its safety to drink. He had with him an empty bottle (which had probably at one point stored whiskey or vodka or rum, or something like that) and it was that he filled with some of the river water. He sighed, settling onto his haunches with his feet resting in the shallows of the cool water. He sipped pensively from the bottle, his olive eyes vaguely observing the area to the east. He could see the forest not too far away, shrouded in the heat of the afternoon. But it was quiet and it was dry, and that was more than Snake could ask for on such an afternoon.
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Today the weather decided to give them a break. Snake was happy—it had been raining like a bastard for the weeks after the war had finished, and he didn't have anywhere to take shelter in. Well, sometimes he managed to force himself to dwell in a cavern for a while, but he hated that even more than sitting out in the rain most of the time. He had fought once to get out of a subterranean place, and it went against his core to go back there. Sometimes he did manage to get to the porch of the Mansion to wait out the storm as well, but he didn't want to go inside. He was not terribly social, and there was always someone in there that felt the need to make some kind of conversation. Though Snake was not quite as backwards as he had been a few months ago, he still had a long way to go.
Regardless, he came to the new center of the territory today. It used to be the caves, now renamed the Grimwell Caverns, but since the shifting of the borders it was this place. So far, he rather liked it. It was quiet, sans the breeze that bent the spring grasses before him like an ocean. He could smell the scent of prey in the air, smaller things like rabbits and the like that had returned to the surface after the death of winter. He was currently uninterested; Snake was still in Optime form after sleeping in the mountains last night, and he didn't want to waste the energy to get into a more swifter four-legged form. And besides, he was more thirsty than hungry anyway.
This brought him to the rushing of a river to the east, the river that they had named River Acheron. It was swift-moving and clean—more than enough to make the man not second-guess its safety to drink. He had with him an empty bottle (which had probably at one point stored whiskey or vodka or rum, or something like that) and it was that he filled with some of the river water. He sighed, settling onto his haunches with his feet resting in the shallows of the cool water. He sipped pensively from the bottle, his olive eyes vaguely observing the area to the east. He could see the forest not too far away, shrouded in the heat of the afternoon. But it was quiet and it was dry, and that was more than Snake could ask for on such an afternoon.