11-29-2009, 07:35 PM
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Snake nodded—there had definitely been a learning curve for hunting for himself as well. There were even a few days when he had first run away that he thought about going back. His parents always had food, and good food at that—somewhere along their travels they had picked up how to cook. Going from eating meat that was fried in a pan with wine to meat that had been living only two minutes earlier was a pretty rough transition, but there was something in the feral nature of it that Snake appreciated. It didn’t mean, though, that he wouldn’t try to go scavenge some makeshift pans to try and cook something some time.
The immediate response of young Mason made a miniscule smile appear on Snake’s face. He was quite loyal, even at his age. Loyalty for Snake, unfortunately, went only as far as it was beneficial to him. Sometimes he envied those like Mason who could really find themselves attached to one place. Inferni didn’t look any different from the other miles of terrain he had crossed, except that coyotes lived here and it was near where his mom and dad had lived once. Those were pretty much the only reasons he had deigned to stay here in the first place. “Sounds good,” he murmured, scratching his head nonchalantly, though he looked back to the kid when he mentioned his nickname. “Terrible, huh? You’d rather be Terrible over… Magnificent?” When it came to Snake, though, he just shook his head. “Titles and names and things aren’t really my deal. I don’t even have a last name.” Technically, he had three. But his mother had told him not to take hers, and he felt strange taking either Patriot’s or Laurel’s name as his own. So he chose not to have one.
Snake nodded—there had definitely been a learning curve for hunting for himself as well. There were even a few days when he had first run away that he thought about going back. His parents always had food, and good food at that—somewhere along their travels they had picked up how to cook. Going from eating meat that was fried in a pan with wine to meat that had been living only two minutes earlier was a pretty rough transition, but there was something in the feral nature of it that Snake appreciated. It didn’t mean, though, that he wouldn’t try to go scavenge some makeshift pans to try and cook something some time.
The immediate response of young Mason made a miniscule smile appear on Snake’s face. He was quite loyal, even at his age. Loyalty for Snake, unfortunately, went only as far as it was beneficial to him. Sometimes he envied those like Mason who could really find themselves attached to one place. Inferni didn’t look any different from the other miles of terrain he had crossed, except that coyotes lived here and it was near where his mom and dad had lived once. Those were pretty much the only reasons he had deigned to stay here in the first place. “Sounds good,” he murmured, scratching his head nonchalantly, though he looked back to the kid when he mentioned his nickname. “Terrible, huh? You’d rather be Terrible over… Magnificent?” When it came to Snake, though, he just shook his head. “Titles and names and things aren’t really my deal. I don’t even have a last name.” Technically, he had three. But his mother had told him not to take hers, and he felt strange taking either Patriot’s or Laurel’s name as his own. So he chose not to have one.
table credit goes to jacoby
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