12-04-2009, 08:03 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/snake.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:130px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Another smile ghosted past Snake. It disappeared very quickly, though. “That is a long name,” he agreed, continuing, “Ironic for such a small creature.” For ‘Mason Alexandre Hesiod’ was more than three times the length of Snake’s paltry name, though it didn’t bother him at all. It was a mouthful, and Snake liked his own succinct introduction. The youth explained the importance of his names to him, and Snake gave a nod of acknowledgement. Sometimes the more extensive names were a little bit of a gallimaufry to him, but he could understand how they made the kid’s identity… at least to the kid. Snake didn’t see how it would personify him. Snake believed one’s actions and beliefs made up who they were, not their names and titles. The golden-eyed coyote explained his reasoning behind wanting to be ‘the Terrible’, and Snake grew amused with him all the more. He certainly was a tiny terror, wanting to be the scourge of all that existed out of Inferni’s boundaries. The bandanna-wearing boy paused for a moment, wondering about the coyote clan and its relations outside its safe boundaries. He had heard that the surrounding wolf packs were generally malicious and that there was great strife amongst them. He didn’t really like that, but he accepted it. There were lines drawn between wolves and coyotes that were growing more and more tangible to him. He wondered how intense these altercations were, that the youth of the clan were getting their minds involved. “Oh, well, that makes sense,” Snake responded, though he feared he’d have to play the devil’s advocate for a moment, “But what about the friends of the clan? Wouldn’t you be sending the wrong message if they heard you spoken of as terrible?” He did not find any superior satisfaction in picking at Mason’s thoughts—just to satiate his curiosity. He saw many distinct differences between him and the boy, and they fascinated him. Especially since Mason was the second-closest to his age that he had met in Inferni. And he continued speaking with the younger coyote until the time of day separated them—Snake departed for his home in the Landfill while the young Mason the Terrible went elsewhere as well. In the end, the older coyote had been impressed with the Inferni youth. |
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