01-14-2010, 10:49 PM
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Feel free to request a leader in here in the title / description of the thread. 452.
He had never been very philosophical about his name. He had actually asked his mother if he was named after the reptile when he was young; she had laughed at him. She had said no, no more than Foxhound had been named after a dog. She told him that she heard a story from her parents in which a man named Snake was the hero, and Foxhound was the group that he once worked for. But still, the name was eerily fitting sometimes. Snake had a kind of cold and reserved attitude that was definitely reptilian, and he was silent and stealthy and struck like lightning when he needed to. Of course, there were other stories about serpents that were not as cheery. His mother had also told him a story (another handed down from her own parents) about how the earliest woman was led astray by a snake and caused the original downfall of humans… or something like that. He had never really understood those stories, those ones from that human Book. He didn’t think they applied as much to the Luperci as they did to the humans.
Snake was not unduly surprised when she said that she was seeking shelter—the winter was tough in these northern lands, especially for those of coyote blood. Theirs was a species that was not as well-equipped for the elements as the rugged wolves were. He didn’t have to ask what were her skills were—she responded after a pause that she was willing to fight and aid in whatever way she could in the war. He was somewhat surprised; usually strangers didn’t hurl themselves into groups in the middle of war. But he doubted they should refuse anyone who wanted to help them out. They would need all the numbers they could support for the time being.
“If you can fend for yourself and help us with this war, I don’t see any reason why you should be refused,” he responded in his usual dull, automatic tone—a mechanical-sounding voice. He added swiftly, “We will have to consult one of the leaders, however.” He took a half-step back, facing the center of Inferni lands before calling out in a powerful tone. It was a summons for whichever leader that was available. He was not sure if Gabriel or Kaena would show, or even if Anselm would take the call. He had heard in distant rumblings that the red-eyed hybrid had been promoted to Optio, though he wasn’t sure if that was truth yet. Regardless, he turned to face the woman again. He didn’t have anything to add, so he waited somewhat awkwardly as he waited for one of the leaders to show up.
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Feel free to request a leader in here in the title / description of the thread. 452.
He had never been very philosophical about his name. He had actually asked his mother if he was named after the reptile when he was young; she had laughed at him. She had said no, no more than Foxhound had been named after a dog. She told him that she heard a story from her parents in which a man named Snake was the hero, and Foxhound was the group that he once worked for. But still, the name was eerily fitting sometimes. Snake had a kind of cold and reserved attitude that was definitely reptilian, and he was silent and stealthy and struck like lightning when he needed to. Of course, there were other stories about serpents that were not as cheery. His mother had also told him a story (another handed down from her own parents) about how the earliest woman was led astray by a snake and caused the original downfall of humans… or something like that. He had never really understood those stories, those ones from that human Book. He didn’t think they applied as much to the Luperci as they did to the humans.
Snake was not unduly surprised when she said that she was seeking shelter—the winter was tough in these northern lands, especially for those of coyote blood. Theirs was a species that was not as well-equipped for the elements as the rugged wolves were. He didn’t have to ask what were her skills were—she responded after a pause that she was willing to fight and aid in whatever way she could in the war. He was somewhat surprised; usually strangers didn’t hurl themselves into groups in the middle of war. But he doubted they should refuse anyone who wanted to help them out. They would need all the numbers they could support for the time being.
“If you can fend for yourself and help us with this war, I don’t see any reason why you should be refused,” he responded in his usual dull, automatic tone—a mechanical-sounding voice. He added swiftly, “We will have to consult one of the leaders, however.” He took a half-step back, facing the center of Inferni lands before calling out in a powerful tone. It was a summons for whichever leader that was available. He was not sure if Gabriel or Kaena would show, or even if Anselm would take the call. He had heard in distant rumblings that the red-eyed hybrid had been promoted to Optio, though he wasn’t sure if that was truth yet. Regardless, he turned to face the woman again. He didn’t have anything to add, so he waited somewhat awkwardly as he waited for one of the leaders to show up.