04-17-2010, 11:14 PM
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He was not ignorant of what Minos felt. Snake's resistance to pain was not natural, it was trained through months. And though that might not seem like that long a time, he was only a little over a year old. More than half of his life had been spent in New Haven, which meant that it had been spent fighting for every second. Foxhound had wounded him to the bone once or twice, as he had done to his brother in turn. It was excruciating, and there was no way he could continue to fight if he knew what was good for him. Thus Snake allowed him his choice, a humble retreat or a prideful attack.
Snake believed that the wolf made the right choice. He reared back like a horse, flinging himself away as quickly as his injury would allow. Snake watched him go, making sure that he was not playing any tricks. But when he was assured that the Dahlian had retreated from the battle, Snake disengaged from that one encounter and looked about, ready to aid whomever he could…
And when the fires of war had died down, he withdrew from Dahlian soil with the rest of the attack party. He came to the fires burning in his home, chilling his heart. The pain was emerging now like a beast woken from hibernation, in anger. Snake was pained physically and internally. He didn't think he could even consider this a victory.
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He was not ignorant of what Minos felt. Snake's resistance to pain was not natural, it was trained through months. And though that might not seem like that long a time, he was only a little over a year old. More than half of his life had been spent in New Haven, which meant that it had been spent fighting for every second. Foxhound had wounded him to the bone once or twice, as he had done to his brother in turn. It was excruciating, and there was no way he could continue to fight if he knew what was good for him. Thus Snake allowed him his choice, a humble retreat or a prideful attack.
Snake believed that the wolf made the right choice. He reared back like a horse, flinging himself away as quickly as his injury would allow. Snake watched him go, making sure that he was not playing any tricks. But when he was assured that the Dahlian had retreated from the battle, Snake disengaged from that one encounter and looked about, ready to aid whomever he could…
And when the fires of war had died down, he withdrew from Dahlian soil with the rest of the attack party. He came to the fires burning in his home, chilling his heart. The pain was emerging now like a beast woken from hibernation, in anger. Snake was pained physically and internally. He didn't think he could even consider this a victory.