05-19-2010, 02:11 AM
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Fighting had never really been an option for him. If he had decided against it, he would have been dead a long time ago—before he had even gotten old enough to assume a biped form, probably. It had been difficult to imagine other childhoods where survival was not earned, where instead one was given luxuries like safety and affection. Snake had been starved of those things, but his brutal upbringing had made him tough. He was well-prepared to survive in the world, but he was terribly ill-prepared for the social aspects. This was much why he avoided conversations like this, though there was nothing he could do about it now. Eris had sought him out, and he was too polite to leave. And besides—if one gained skill in fighting by training, he would probably grow more comfortable with being social by sitting through meetings like this.
She mirrored his comment with a dip of her head, and he replied to her inquiry swiftly enough, "On the bigger scale of things, a war. It is over now, though." Over officially, though Snake knew the threat that Haku posed on the entire region was not over. And besides, he still had trouble trusting wolves. He trusted a few, but otherwise was too tempered by the bigotry that seemed to run rampant around here. If there was one redeeming quality about New Haven, at least no one discriminated upon you because you were not a wolf. If anything, you were thought of as very useful due to being different.
Eris accepted the bottle from him and he watched her drink, unsure of where to look otherwise in such a situation. She nodded, meaning that she was rather new to Inferni, and ultimately her response to his question was not surprising. "Oh. Lykoi, right?" It was either that or de le Poer, but seeing as though they were generally together anyway and Lykoi were more numerous, he went with that one. "I know several of them." Actually, sometimes it felt as though he was the odd one out of a family clan. Such seclusion did not bother him—he usually welcomed it. It was a little odd sometimes, though.
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Fighting had never really been an option for him. If he had decided against it, he would have been dead a long time ago—before he had even gotten old enough to assume a biped form, probably. It had been difficult to imagine other childhoods where survival was not earned, where instead one was given luxuries like safety and affection. Snake had been starved of those things, but his brutal upbringing had made him tough. He was well-prepared to survive in the world, but he was terribly ill-prepared for the social aspects. This was much why he avoided conversations like this, though there was nothing he could do about it now. Eris had sought him out, and he was too polite to leave. And besides—if one gained skill in fighting by training, he would probably grow more comfortable with being social by sitting through meetings like this.
She mirrored his comment with a dip of her head, and he replied to her inquiry swiftly enough, "On the bigger scale of things, a war. It is over now, though." Over officially, though Snake knew the threat that Haku posed on the entire region was not over. And besides, he still had trouble trusting wolves. He trusted a few, but otherwise was too tempered by the bigotry that seemed to run rampant around here. If there was one redeeming quality about New Haven, at least no one discriminated upon you because you were not a wolf. If anything, you were thought of as very useful due to being different.
Eris accepted the bottle from him and he watched her drink, unsure of where to look otherwise in such a situation. She nodded, meaning that she was rather new to Inferni, and ultimately her response to his question was not surprising. "Oh. Lykoi, right?" It was either that or de le Poer, but seeing as though they were generally together anyway and Lykoi were more numerous, he went with that one. "I know several of them." Actually, sometimes it felt as though he was the odd one out of a family clan. Such seclusion did not bother him—he usually welcomed it. It was a little odd sometimes, though.