12-13-2009, 12:18 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/snake.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:130px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Night had fallen a few hours ago, but Snake could not get to sleep. He had crawled inside the ancient automobile in the Landfill that was his home and closed his eyes, but his mind would not grow still. There were thoughts rushing about in there, though so hazy that he could not pin them down and force them to become clear. Chasing them became too worrisome, so he merely ignored them until they faded into a general buzz in the back of his mind. He exited his den, closing the door and sitting next to the dying fire that he had been tending to. He had no more firewood to feed it; he would have to get more in the morning. With a sigh of which he didn’t know the origin, he stood and began to walk north, and then east. He had no purpose, but he didn’t think he needed one. He began to walk close to the sound of running water. The night was lit well, as the moon was bright and the stars contributed as much as they could. The rain was holding off for now, but he could see clouds assembling overseas, like a foreboding enemy army. They would storm the coast after a few hours, and the rains would start. He would go back to his den then, to keep dry, but not before that point. This was a place in Inferni that he had avoided until now. Only now was his curiosity piqued. The Ravine—terrifying in many ways. He could hear the river rushing beneath, flowing towards the vast ocean. The rock walls on the sides were steep and treacherous, though he had no thoughts of climbing them in the dark. No, Snake merely crouched down and sat, several feet away from the yawning expanse. He looked at it blankly, the wind stirring around him. Other than that, it was quiet. The calm before the storm, he imagined. Minutes passed, and the silence was broken by a fierce crack of lighting from overseas. He directed his dull green gaze northwards, to the ocean once more. The clouds were closer, but not dangerously so. Their bruised facades were ominous, lighting up occasionally as lighting darted between them or to the waves below. Weather always fascinated him, and it always instilled a certain sense of fear in him. Snake feared all things so much greater than himself—storms, outer space, the ocean. They made him feel so insignificant in the open sphere of things. |
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