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In some ways Snake was very much like his namesake, such as in the way that he moved and generally transported himself from place to place. He was not a hurried creature, and was not really the best runner. He moved methodically and with purpose, finding it much more logical to take things slow and be careful about things. When times deemed it necessary—such as when he had run for his life from Haku Soul near the boundaries of Dahlia de Mai—he managed to put on the speed pretty well but only with the help of endless adrenaline. One other exception was in fighting. Much like a snake, this coyote waited for his opponents to move too close and leave themselves open—he practically never struck first. But when the opponent made a rash move, he would usually block or avoid (or take the hit, if necessary) and then rebound with a counterstrike that was so much faster that anyone would expect.
Actually, Snake made a point of acting lethargic and slow in fights just so his enemies would make this thought of him. He was pretty bulky for a coyote, with broad shoulders and a powerful musculature, so that helped as well. All contributing reasons for why he had kept alive as long as he had, and why he was so successful at fighting. Everything he did in life always seemed to lead up to it. It didn't bother him, or strike him as odd in any way whatsoever. He had been raised to think that fighting was not only what he lived for, but what everyone lived for. Life in the environment of New Haven was all about survival. Snake was just really good at it.
The two Inferni members made their way up the pass, following the game trail that wove its way through the endless snowy slopes. Thankfully, Gabriel was taking things pretty slow, so Snake didn't feel like he was dragging him back. When it came to climbing or things like that, he was even more careful about his steps. They continued along, and Snake never looked back. He was concentrating on moving forwards and upwards, mostly. He would look out and see once they had gotten to either the summit or some kind of resting place.
After several minutes, more than he cared to keep track of, they reached a checkpoint. Out to their left there was a decently level bank on the side of the slope, creating a ledge that overlooked some of Inferni. It was not big enough for the entire clan to gather in—especially since they seemed to grow by the day. But it would be a good spot to place sentries. "A good spot for lookouts," he mentioned to Gabriel, though it was still his intention to keep heading up the hill into the mountains and their passes. They were maybe only a third of the way up into the higher reaches of the mountainous divide, and Snake was sure that a proper place was up there somewhere.
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In some ways Snake was very much like his namesake, such as in the way that he moved and generally transported himself from place to place. He was not a hurried creature, and was not really the best runner. He moved methodically and with purpose, finding it much more logical to take things slow and be careful about things. When times deemed it necessary—such as when he had run for his life from Haku Soul near the boundaries of Dahlia de Mai—he managed to put on the speed pretty well but only with the help of endless adrenaline. One other exception was in fighting. Much like a snake, this coyote waited for his opponents to move too close and leave themselves open—he practically never struck first. But when the opponent made a rash move, he would usually block or avoid (or take the hit, if necessary) and then rebound with a counterstrike that was so much faster that anyone would expect.
Actually, Snake made a point of acting lethargic and slow in fights just so his enemies would make this thought of him. He was pretty bulky for a coyote, with broad shoulders and a powerful musculature, so that helped as well. All contributing reasons for why he had kept alive as long as he had, and why he was so successful at fighting. Everything he did in life always seemed to lead up to it. It didn't bother him, or strike him as odd in any way whatsoever. He had been raised to think that fighting was not only what he lived for, but what everyone lived for. Life in the environment of New Haven was all about survival. Snake was just really good at it.
The two Inferni members made their way up the pass, following the game trail that wove its way through the endless snowy slopes. Thankfully, Gabriel was taking things pretty slow, so Snake didn't feel like he was dragging him back. When it came to climbing or things like that, he was even more careful about his steps. They continued along, and Snake never looked back. He was concentrating on moving forwards and upwards, mostly. He would look out and see once they had gotten to either the summit or some kind of resting place.
After several minutes, more than he cared to keep track of, they reached a checkpoint. Out to their left there was a decently level bank on the side of the slope, creating a ledge that overlooked some of Inferni. It was not big enough for the entire clan to gather in—especially since they seemed to grow by the day. But it would be a good spot to place sentries. "A good spot for lookouts," he mentioned to Gabriel, though it was still his intention to keep heading up the hill into the mountains and their passes. They were maybe only a third of the way up into the higher reaches of the mountainous divide, and Snake was sure that a proper place was up there somewhere.