02-05-2010, 12:59 AM
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He was awake enough to notice Daisuke's return, and also the vibrant scent of the rabbits that he had brought. He realized how hungry he was, but he couldn't summon the strength to move, to even open his eye. The golden wolf who had only days ago attacked him came over and Snake felt him bury his head in the vicinity of his neck. He flinched—only slightly—as pain lanced from his nerve synapses up to his brain, from the wounds on his shoulder and on his torso. It was nothing special to him, but it still hurt; especially after a few days of lying around doing nothing. He was relieved when the wolf withdrew, murmuring a question after a whine.
It took him a few moments to muster the will and strength to do so, but eventually Snake spoke:
In this state, though, there was nothing he could do about that. The scent of food came back to him, though a greater feeling came over him: thirst.
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He was awake enough to notice Daisuke's return, and also the vibrant scent of the rabbits that he had brought. He realized how hungry he was, but he couldn't summon the strength to move, to even open his eye. The golden wolf who had only days ago attacked him came over and Snake felt him bury his head in the vicinity of his neck. He flinched—only slightly—as pain lanced from his nerve synapses up to his brain, from the wounds on his shoulder and on his torso. It was nothing special to him, but it still hurt; especially after a few days of lying around doing nothing. He was relieved when the wolf withdrew, murmuring a question after a whine.
It took him a few moments to muster the will and strength to do so, but eventually Snake spoke:
I'm awake.His voice was low, raspy, dry, like the last leaves of autumn. His olive eyes cracked open, adjusting to vision for a moment or two before focusing blearily on Daisuke. His gaze was impassive—he knew that his friend had saved him, but he also knew that he had done the damage in the first place. He was not angry (for Snake so rarely got angry), but he was upset to a certain extent.
In this state, though, there was nothing he could do about that. The scent of food came back to him, though a greater feeling came over him: thirst.
Water,he murmured. He hadn't felt this hungry or thirsty since... his journeys before coming to Inferni. And waking up after recovering from the wound that Foxhound had given him. He found he wanted to smoke too, after a few more moments. Water, food, and cigarettes: the basic staples of life for the common soldier.