11-28-2009, 01:46 AM
Sure! We could probably set it in Halifax, and powerplay that they had met up + went there, ect. (:
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Snake had passed the ruins of Halifax while coming in to the lands of ‘Souls. He had come from the western fringes of the territory, skirting countless wolf packs until he had found the grounds of Inferni. The familiar scents of coyotes drew him in, and so he had joined with them. Halifax hadn’t really impressed him—it was kind of like New Haven, except abandoned. He was sure that there was a lot in there worth adventuring for, so he did offer Daisuke a somewhat mirthless smile when the wolf grew enthused on the idea. Snake was definitely interested in searching the ruins, but perhaps not as much as his newfound friend. If Daisuke was overenthusiastic, Snake was absolutely listless.
He shrugged his strong shoulders at the wolf’s insistence on the etching meaning something. Snake wasn’t so sure, but whatever floated his boat. He looked back up to see that the golden-furred wolf seemed upset that they had to part ways now, but Snake knew that he couldn’t let him come anywhere near Inferni. “Alright,” he answered, though he secretly knew that he wouldn’t call unless totally necessary. Snake wasn’t exactly someone who rang up a friend just to chat.
At the prospect of him accompanying Snake to the borders, the Hastati had to shake his head. “No, that’s a bad idea,” he voiced solemnly. “If anyone noticed your scent and followed it to the borders, they might still be there. And then we’d both be in deep.” The justification was a real worry for Snake. If someone met with him and asked, would he have to say that he had ran off a wolf from the territory? That would be lying, as Snake had amiably escorted him away. “I think it’s best if I simply head home alone. I’ll see you later, though.” He offered another half-smile before dipping his head and beginning home, the forked stick in one hand and the skull—still in need of refinement—in the other.
Snake had passed the ruins of Halifax while coming in to the lands of ‘Souls. He had come from the western fringes of the territory, skirting countless wolf packs until he had found the grounds of Inferni. The familiar scents of coyotes drew him in, and so he had joined with them. Halifax hadn’t really impressed him—it was kind of like New Haven, except abandoned. He was sure that there was a lot in there worth adventuring for, so he did offer Daisuke a somewhat mirthless smile when the wolf grew enthused on the idea. Snake was definitely interested in searching the ruins, but perhaps not as much as his newfound friend. If Daisuke was overenthusiastic, Snake was absolutely listless.
He shrugged his strong shoulders at the wolf’s insistence on the etching meaning something. Snake wasn’t so sure, but whatever floated his boat. He looked back up to see that the golden-furred wolf seemed upset that they had to part ways now, but Snake knew that he couldn’t let him come anywhere near Inferni. “Alright,” he answered, though he secretly knew that he wouldn’t call unless totally necessary. Snake wasn’t exactly someone who rang up a friend just to chat.
At the prospect of him accompanying Snake to the borders, the Hastati had to shake his head. “No, that’s a bad idea,” he voiced solemnly. “If anyone noticed your scent and followed it to the borders, they might still be there. And then we’d both be in deep.” The justification was a real worry for Snake. If someone met with him and asked, would he have to say that he had ran off a wolf from the territory? That would be lying, as Snake had amiably escorted him away. “I think it’s best if I simply head home alone. I’ll see you later, though.” He offered another half-smile before dipping his head and beginning home, the forked stick in one hand and the skull—still in need of refinement—in the other.
table credit goes to jacoby
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