01-14-2010, 10:12 PM
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671. Near the Caves. Thread Prompt #6.
A sharp hiss escaped his jaws as he took off the old bandage that covered the claw-wound on his collarbone—it hurt like hell, mostly because it had started to heal and in the process had begun to fuse to the fabric that he had wrapped around it. Now he had broken the wound open again and it hurt like bloody hell. His face screwed up in pain, though that was the only sign that it bothered him at all. Snake was extremely good in placing physical agony in a small compartment in the back of his mind. It was easiest when he was fighting—he could focus completely on the battle, the movements of the enemy and how to exploit them. It was different when he was doing whatever else, though. His mind was normally empty (he so rarely had anything to occupy his thoughts), so the pain seemed to perch in it like a heavy bird. He tried his best to ignore it as he wrapped another spare piece of cloth around his shoulder. Hopefully it would heal better this time.
He shut the trunk to the car that was his den (one of the places he kept things to keep them out of the elements; the other was the glove compartment), making sure the fire from last night was dying out before setting out to the center of Inferni clan grounds. He knew that his best bet to find anyone here was in the Caves—it was the natural hub for all the coyotes. Snake was not really included into that equation, however. He rarely included himself with any of the equations. Inferni seemed to be one big family sometimes, and it was usually very apparent how he did not fit in with them—the Lykois, the de le Poers. He didn’t mind. He was not an overtly social animal, so he liked his solitude in the junkyard. He just didn’t want to appear standoffish to those he served.
Seeing as though he was truly serving them now. Upon saving Vieira from her Dahlian assailant, Kaena had told Snake that he was promoted to the Hydra position. It was not something he took lightly. The Hydras were the guards to the leadership—in New Haven, there had been similar positions. They had been the Bosses. Patriot’s nickname was “Big Boss” and all his personal guard had the honorific “Boss” attached to their name. Boss Rex, Boss Ray, Boss Zero. Even Snake’s twin brother had boasted that one day he would be Boss Foxhound—if not the Big Boss himself.
Becoming a Boss in New Haven had been the pinnacle, seeing as though no one dared cross Patriot. Snake seemed to think that he had climbed very high in Inferni in a short time; he was proud of himself, though he did not allow himself to get arrogant. There was still a long way to go, and it was down the path of war. Luckily, that was a path that Snake was well-travelled in.
While he thought it would be wise to speak with the Aquila to make sure the promotion and such went over well (he wasn’t sure how Gabriel would respond to his mother promoting someone in his stead), he also had a few other things to add about Inferni. Snake had been thinking what would be best to do in the case of a mass invasion, and his tactical mind had a few things to add to that. Of course, that would all come later.
He arrived near the Caves, not going near any of them in particular. He knew the one that Kaena and Vieira lived in because he had visited once or twice, but he did not know where Gabriel lived. Instead, he lifted his narrow muzzle to the sky and gave a short summons. It would not travel far—through most of Inferni, but not to the far reaches. He was sure it would be good enough. He waited patiently, his arms crossed.
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671. Near the Caves. Thread Prompt #6.
A sharp hiss escaped his jaws as he took off the old bandage that covered the claw-wound on his collarbone—it hurt like hell, mostly because it had started to heal and in the process had begun to fuse to the fabric that he had wrapped around it. Now he had broken the wound open again and it hurt like bloody hell. His face screwed up in pain, though that was the only sign that it bothered him at all. Snake was extremely good in placing physical agony in a small compartment in the back of his mind. It was easiest when he was fighting—he could focus completely on the battle, the movements of the enemy and how to exploit them. It was different when he was doing whatever else, though. His mind was normally empty (he so rarely had anything to occupy his thoughts), so the pain seemed to perch in it like a heavy bird. He tried his best to ignore it as he wrapped another spare piece of cloth around his shoulder. Hopefully it would heal better this time.
He shut the trunk to the car that was his den (one of the places he kept things to keep them out of the elements; the other was the glove compartment), making sure the fire from last night was dying out before setting out to the center of Inferni clan grounds. He knew that his best bet to find anyone here was in the Caves—it was the natural hub for all the coyotes. Snake was not really included into that equation, however. He rarely included himself with any of the equations. Inferni seemed to be one big family sometimes, and it was usually very apparent how he did not fit in with them—the Lykois, the de le Poers. He didn’t mind. He was not an overtly social animal, so he liked his solitude in the junkyard. He just didn’t want to appear standoffish to those he served.
Seeing as though he was truly serving them now. Upon saving Vieira from her Dahlian assailant, Kaena had told Snake that he was promoted to the Hydra position. It was not something he took lightly. The Hydras were the guards to the leadership—in New Haven, there had been similar positions. They had been the Bosses. Patriot’s nickname was “Big Boss” and all his personal guard had the honorific “Boss” attached to their name. Boss Rex, Boss Ray, Boss Zero. Even Snake’s twin brother had boasted that one day he would be Boss Foxhound—if not the Big Boss himself.
Becoming a Boss in New Haven had been the pinnacle, seeing as though no one dared cross Patriot. Snake seemed to think that he had climbed very high in Inferni in a short time; he was proud of himself, though he did not allow himself to get arrogant. There was still a long way to go, and it was down the path of war. Luckily, that was a path that Snake was well-travelled in.
While he thought it would be wise to speak with the Aquila to make sure the promotion and such went over well (he wasn’t sure how Gabriel would respond to his mother promoting someone in his stead), he also had a few other things to add about Inferni. Snake had been thinking what would be best to do in the case of a mass invasion, and his tactical mind had a few things to add to that. Of course, that would all come later.
He arrived near the Caves, not going near any of them in particular. He knew the one that Kaena and Vieira lived in because he had visited once or twice, but he did not know where Gabriel lived. Instead, he lifted his narrow muzzle to the sky and gave a short summons. It would not travel far—through most of Inferni, but not to the far reaches. He was sure it would be good enough. He waited patiently, his arms crossed.