02-10-2010, 11:13 PM
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The wolf's jovial tone surprised him, even though it probably shouldn't have. The last that Snake had seen, he had been in a violent rage—already he had considered that he was still under that madness, having kidnapped Snake and was now holding him away from Inferni. But it didn't seem that way now. Daisuke must have regained his consciousness, even though he didn't seem to find anything wrong. That small, dark pit of negativity remained in Snake's heart, a mixture of pride and pain and disappointment. It burned in his heart, much like the embers that the wolf tended to. Then he had gone somewhere, gotten something, and brought it to Snake. He was nervous for a moment, until his friend explained that it was just water. Still, should he trust him? This was the same wolf whom had wounded him so grievously—how could he act as if nothing was up?
He didn't respond when asked if he needed help getting up. He swallowed the pain, supporting himself with one arm while managing to get into a sitting position. He rested against one of the cavern walls, one hand over the bandages covering his wound while he drank water from one of the bottles with the other. He had never really appreciated water so much, even that last time that he had nearly died in such a similar fashion. It wasn't too long before one of the bottles was empty, and the injured coyote was on the second.
The Hydra was completely silent, trying to put things together in his mind. It was not until he had started drinking the second bottle of water that his mind cleared and he realized that Daisuke might not even remember. It was a crazy idea, but he had heard crazier. He barely listened as the wolf prattled on about food and the fire and whatnot. Snake shook his head in a noncommittal fashion; though warmth sounded good, he didn't want to move. He polished off the second bottle, placing it carefully next to the other one. He gently crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring at the floor, and then the fire, and then the rabbits, and then the entrance to the den—he realized then that he was avoiding. He was somewhat chilled and hungry, but that wasn't as important. It could be remedied later. The coyote suddenly fixated his olive gaze on Daisuke's pelagic eyes—the gaze was as cold and flinty as steel.
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The wolf's jovial tone surprised him, even though it probably shouldn't have. The last that Snake had seen, he had been in a violent rage—already he had considered that he was still under that madness, having kidnapped Snake and was now holding him away from Inferni. But it didn't seem that way now. Daisuke must have regained his consciousness, even though he didn't seem to find anything wrong. That small, dark pit of negativity remained in Snake's heart, a mixture of pride and pain and disappointment. It burned in his heart, much like the embers that the wolf tended to. Then he had gone somewhere, gotten something, and brought it to Snake. He was nervous for a moment, until his friend explained that it was just water. Still, should he trust him? This was the same wolf whom had wounded him so grievously—how could he act as if nothing was up?
He didn't respond when asked if he needed help getting up. He swallowed the pain, supporting himself with one arm while managing to get into a sitting position. He rested against one of the cavern walls, one hand over the bandages covering his wound while he drank water from one of the bottles with the other. He had never really appreciated water so much, even that last time that he had nearly died in such a similar fashion. It wasn't too long before one of the bottles was empty, and the injured coyote was on the second.
The Hydra was completely silent, trying to put things together in his mind. It was not until he had started drinking the second bottle of water that his mind cleared and he realized that Daisuke might not even remember. It was a crazy idea, but he had heard crazier. He barely listened as the wolf prattled on about food and the fire and whatnot. Snake shook his head in a noncommittal fashion; though warmth sounded good, he didn't want to move. He polished off the second bottle, placing it carefully next to the other one. He gently crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring at the floor, and then the fire, and then the rabbits, and then the entrance to the den—he realized then that he was avoiding. He was somewhat chilled and hungry, but that wasn't as important. It could be remedied later. The coyote suddenly fixated his olive gaze on Daisuke's pelagic eyes—the gaze was as cold and flinty as steel.
What happened?He asked. Snake knew full well. He just wanted to hear what Daisuke had to say... if he had anything to say at all.