10-05-2009, 08:17 PM
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Snake entered a light doze, easily facilitated by the easy breeze and the light autumnal sunshine that beamed down on the hilly northern region of Inferni. He probably wouldn’t have noticed the approach or presence of the younger coyote if it weren’t for that breeze—it carried the boy’s somewhat unfamiliar scent to him, and broke right through the feeble dreams that dwelled beneath his eyelids. Immediately awoken (as Snake was a light sleeper to begin with), he stirred slightly; nothing more than the twitch of an ear. Then he reached up, removed his make-shift blindfold from his olive eyes, and looked at who his company was.
It was a kid—a few months younger than Snake was, it seemed. The lanky ‘yote was in his four-legged Lupus form (though Snake wasn’t sure whether it was because he wanted to be, or because he hadn’t discovered shifting yet) and was a light orange-gold color, with yellow eyes to match. He smelled simply of Inferni—far more than Snake did—so he imagined he had been around a good deal longer. Though Snake was not esurient for company, he would not shun it. He gave a grunt and lifted himself onto one elbow, his olive eyes reflecting the kid’s gaze right back to him.
“Got something you wanna say, kid?” the teenager asked roughly, but not altogether nastily. No, he didn’t want to be mean to the younger canine, but Snake was Snake—he was never one to be generally compassionate or feeling about anything. Even curious little kids. “Or are you just gonna keep starin’?” Regardless, Snake kept staring as well. The tough ten-month old wasn’t going to let down, even if the other in his presence was younger than he was. Snake had learned long ago from his filial struggles with Foxhound that everything could be a challenge in disguise, and he continued to treat life that way, even here.
Snake entered a light doze, easily facilitated by the easy breeze and the light autumnal sunshine that beamed down on the hilly northern region of Inferni. He probably wouldn’t have noticed the approach or presence of the younger coyote if it weren’t for that breeze—it carried the boy’s somewhat unfamiliar scent to him, and broke right through the feeble dreams that dwelled beneath his eyelids. Immediately awoken (as Snake was a light sleeper to begin with), he stirred slightly; nothing more than the twitch of an ear. Then he reached up, removed his make-shift blindfold from his olive eyes, and looked at who his company was.
It was a kid—a few months younger than Snake was, it seemed. The lanky ‘yote was in his four-legged Lupus form (though Snake wasn’t sure whether it was because he wanted to be, or because he hadn’t discovered shifting yet) and was a light orange-gold color, with yellow eyes to match. He smelled simply of Inferni—far more than Snake did—so he imagined he had been around a good deal longer. Though Snake was not esurient for company, he would not shun it. He gave a grunt and lifted himself onto one elbow, his olive eyes reflecting the kid’s gaze right back to him.
“Got something you wanna say, kid?” the teenager asked roughly, but not altogether nastily. No, he didn’t want to be mean to the younger canine, but Snake was Snake—he was never one to be generally compassionate or feeling about anything. Even curious little kids. “Or are you just gonna keep starin’?” Regardless, Snake kept staring as well. The tough ten-month old wasn’t going to let down, even if the other in his presence was younger than he was. Snake had learned long ago from his filial struggles with Foxhound that everything could be a challenge in disguise, and he continued to treat life that way, even here.
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