someday you feed on a tree frog
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         It was only a small snake dangling from his jaws—the head since removed and the body only faintly warm from the life that’d been stolen from its scaly form. The creature had been slithering about in the grass beside the resting jackal and he’d snatched it up for a late morning snake. Dawn was coloring the sky shades of pale blue and deep gold, and he didn’t wish to be caught in the heart of the sunrise once Ra began his daily chariot race across the heavens. Blood-colored eyes were sensitive to the light, causing him to prefer the darkness of evening even without the moon worshipping religion he’d been brought up into. He moved along the highway—blunt claws clicking against the worn and weathered pavement as his pace quickened into a steady trot. He needed to find shelter—like a vampire from the sun—and quickly, before his flesh set afire.

         Of course, he knew that he wouldn’t truly combust, but the urgency lingered, luring him onward toward the building that loomed in the distance. It was nothing more than a gas station, with a sign that once welcomed countless motorists barely standing to alert one of its presence there alone in the desert-like sands. The wind was picking up as the hour began to change, heralding the approach of a new day and blowing dirt and grit into the jackal’s lean features. Into the shadows he moved, only slowing long enough to allow his eyes to adjust and to cautiously take in his surroundings, ensuring that he was truly alone within the confines of the cracked and crumbling walls herein. The building creaked and moaned around him, but this appeared to be the most suitable shelter around. It’d have to do until sundown.

         He moved toward the basement, slowly creeping down the stairs into what was once obviously a storage room. It had been ransacked already and everything of interest stolen, leaving only garbage and debris behind. Here he finished chewing on what was edible of his serpentine companion, leaving nothing more than discarded scales and bones on the concrete floor. It was cool down here—even cooler than outside where the touches of winter still lingered on the spring air—and he lowered himself to the floor, positioning himself elegantly into a comfortable resting position. For now he’d sleep until the hour changed back into one that he was far more comfortable with.


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Don't know if you've ever seen it, but I have lmfao'd hardcore at this video of David Hayter attempting to sing Snake Eater. XD

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Last night's sleeping place for the Hydra had been in the northern mountains. This was the new territory—the lands that had replaced those that he had dwelled in until only weeks ago. Quite frankly, he'd trade in these Godforsaken wastes for his lonely home in the junkyard any day. But he still felt that he needed to at least give them a good look-at, even though what he saw didn't really impress him. The mountain was just that, a mountain. He had slept out in the open, beneath the spring stars. And in the morning he had wandered down from Goldsgen Peak to the dusty lands to the northwest, nothing but wastes and the trailing line of the highway that cut through it. The sun was steadily coming up in the east, making it harder to see as the dim light interfered with both the rods and cones in his eyes. He followed the road (coming from the opposite direction that Mkhai would have) as the winds that came gusting through the area coated his golden-tan pelt with sand and dust.


He thought that keeping out of what seemed to be a windstorm might be a good idea (Snake was unaware that it was usually like this anyway in this region) so he began to walk towards a small, lonely building that was alongside the highway. He had seen things like these before, though he didn't know the name for them. They were usually alone, virtually identical—the strange-shaped building with the regular pillars out front. The gas pumps were rusted and almost unrecognizable as Snake passed by them, entering the store. He brushed the sediment off of his arms and chest before walking forward, looking around. There wasn't much to see—he could tell that many others had been here before and that there wasn't much left to even consider. Snake would've rested if he hadn't noticed the scent of someone else, a coyote, and the smell of strange blood in the air.


The man felt it was his duty to investigate things like this—he was a Hydra after all. He had to remind him consistently of this as he noticed that the scent-trail led towards the stairs that descended to the cellar. Anyone who knew Snake well would know that he had an irrational fear of underground or claustrophobic places, and bigger human buildings. He started down the stairs carefully, somewhat nervous, and when he came to the bottom he did not step off of those stairs. The blond coyote peered into the darkness, eventually picking out the greyscale form of a young coyote resting near the distinctive skeleton of a serpent in the gloom. It actually took the man a second to realize the skeleton as his namesake—he usually did not regard snakes as such any more than one Sarah would regard another girl named Sarah as such. But then when he thought about it and the metallic scent of blood and flesh of the reptile in the air, it made him feel unsettled.


He felt compelled to ask, "Who are you?" He had never seen this kid around before—though Snake was not exactly social, he liked to think that he knew most of the Inferni members. He didn't even remember them having any kids around, after Mason had taken an adult rank. He must be new, then.

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lol, that song is so ridiculous. (355)


         Within the darkness Apep spoke, slithering from the shadows before Mkhai’s eyes as a great dragon with burning eyes. He knew it was himself that he saw, mirrored back at him from the outside world as he grew into the serpent king himself. For now he was but a child, but he housed the devil’s soul and a legacy to destroy the world. Black wings spread, enveloping the world and blotting out any and all of the light, swirling the child down into the deepest, coldest depths of the underworld. He was falling—falling like a stone without any hope of stopping until he reached the end of his journey. The devil laughed in his ear and he swallowed back his fear, knowing such a thing was mortal and childish—something that he was not. The dragon devoured him, stretching endless jaws and dagger-like teeth that longed so desperately to swallow the sun. The shadows were immense and unbreakable, but this was his home as it always was meant to be.

         The light burned his eyes and charred his flesh, leaving him an outcast damned to the hellish underworld for all of eternity. He was Apep, the great serpent that in envy of the daylight would destroy it forever, tearing the burning yellow star right from the bright blue sky. He hissed beneath his breath, feeling a forked tongue taste the air. Someone was approaching. Blood-red eyes opened, peering up through the darkness toward the entranceway to his basement dwelling. A figured loomed in the dim light, silhouetted against what little daylight reached the depths of the cellar. Like a snake disturbed from its quiet basking he rose into a crouch bristling and silently, slowly retreated back into the sanctuary of the shadows. “The viper,” he rasped from parted jaws and deadly fangs, eyes clouded with lingering delusion. Slowly, reality was seeping in like ink on damp papyrus, but he felt no need to change his words. If he wished to know otherwise then he could ask on his own terms. It was not Mkhai’s place to supply needless information to others.

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I think it's awesome. And at least it's in English—"The Best Is Yet To Come", the song from MGS1, was entirely in Gaelic, lol.

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Unfortunately (or fortunately?), Snake did not see the great serpent Apep when he peered into the darkness of the underground storage area of the gas station. He saw the youth with his angular coyote features (which was actually somewhat rare in this clan—it seemed more a haven for coyote-hybrids than coyotes outright) and grayscale fur, brightening and darkening in undulations in the shadows. Snake caught the glare of blood-red eyes before he moved deeper into the shadows of the basement; an eye color that he had never seen before coming here, but had seen increasingly more in Inferni. Anselm had had those eyes, as well as both of the other Hydras that he served alongside. He assumed it was a family thing (as he virtually assumed that everyone in the clan, sans himself and a few others, were related... not that he was far off). Regardless, the coyote seemed displeased with the Hydra's intrusion; he had noticed the prickling of his fur. And, with his cryptic answer to the simple question, Snake assumed that this meeting would not be quite as easy as he would've hoped. Lovely.


Something about the situation made him feel uneasy—perhaps the corpse of the snake acting symbolically, the response of the youth, the fact that he was underground (Snake loathed being underground, of course), or any number of other things. When it came to responding to the red-eyed boy's answer, Snake merely muttered a, "Uh-huh," in a gravelly tone. He was very unsure of how to react, seeing as though he wasn't exactly the greatest conversationalist in normal circumstances. But something about it was so strange that he considered playing along for a moment—a consideration which led to, "And I am the snake." It sounded stupid in his ears—wasn't a viper a snake?—but imagination was definitely one of his weaker points. He was a soldier, and a mechanically-minded one at that. Creativity was not really something that had been fostered in him.

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english is always an upside. it's just amusing when that english was obviously not put together by one with a complete grasp of the language. XD;

         Madness ran heavily in his blood from all sides. Madness bred with madness, strengthening its hold over each subsequent generation born to deluded lines. Despite any desire for clarity Mkhai saw himself as the serpent king—furthered by the delusions of a fanatical faith sprung into life thousands of miles away. He moved as a snake, sleek and silent, shifting positions before the blonde coyote as he sized him up. The creature played along, though his voice lacked any sort of conviction or even amusement, tossing himself into a game that he didn’t even desire to play.

         Mkhai couldn’t help a smile at this, finding his own pleasure in watching the creature take on a role that obviously didn’t suit him. “Then we are the same,” he answered obviously, continuing his own game for the amusement though the implications had long since dispersed into the background. “But Mkhai might be a more suitable name for these circumstances,” he continued, finally growing serious. Again, he had to play nice—and thus far he saw no reason to resent this creature. He didn’t force niceties on him with wide smiles and open arms, and for this he was grateful. Apathy was adored until he saw need for otherwise.
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"I guess," Snake responded, though the differences between them were so obvious that it made his words sound very unsure. The fact that the boy had gone to some underground hole to eat his meal of a reptile was enough of a difference—even now the older coyote was feeling a haze of panic setting in on the back of his mind just thinking about it. The man didn't fear many things, but collapse of an enclosure on him was one of those things. And then there was his shifting, cryptic speech. Snake was blunt in his speech; succinct and truthful, all of the time. And he seemed to know somewhat that the boy was playing some kind of word-game, but Snake was never very good at those, and it showed. Such might've been why he introduced himself more formally as Mkhai, dropping a few of the pretenses. Snake was silently grateful.


"Pleased to meet you, Mkhai," the Hydra responded automatically, without thinking. He had not really noticed how others might regard his pleasantries before speaking with Hybrid, but they were difficult to fight; they were just as inevitable as one's personal demeanor. Of course his own reply was a little less elegant, "And my name really is Snake." Ironic, with the little serpent king and the skeletal remains of his meal and the name that he had called himself only moments ago, but it was as it was. And, because he was under the impression that every newcomer to this pack was some kind of Lykoi that had received some type of family homing signal, he continued, "Let me guess—you are a Lykoi as well?" It was an ongoing joke within his own mind, how the entire clan seemed to be a family. He'd be more surprised if he was contradicted.

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