12-07-2009, 12:18 AM
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For some reason, Snake was not at all surprised that it had been an accidental trespassing that had gotten Daisuke into the trouble which caused him to become one of the new werewolves. Of course, it didn’t look like he was unhappy about it—the fact that he was usually in Optime form showed that he had some kind of liking for his new powers. Snake had been born with it, as both of his parents had. He had always thought it something absolutely necessary for canids in the world, though it seemed as though there were still pockets where old wolves still roamed, ignorant of their shifting cousins.
When they had come to the back of the store, where the remaining guitars were, Daisuke took one of the acoustic ones down from the wall before disappointment became apparent on his face. Snake waited, curious, and the wolf explained the reason. Rats? He looked around, seeing several cracks and holes in the wall that could serve as conduits for the rodents. The coyote frowned, disappointed as well that Daisuke hadn’t been able to find a functioning guitar. That was the problem with finding human things that still worked around here—time destroyed all.
The store had ended up being a bust anyway, and they left soon after they realized the other acoustic was defunct as well. Or, at least, they tried to leave, but a scrabbling sound stopped Daisuke, which stopped Snake as well. At first Snake assumed it was one of the marauding mice, but the sound was far too loud for that. It seemed to be coming from above them, as did a mew. Snake had not encountered many cats in his life, but he knew from experience that they usually made such sounds. He watched, vaguely impressed, as the werewolf stood up tall and removed one of the parts of the ceiling (as a coyote and being much shorter than a wolf, Snake wouldn’t have been able to do such) and then found the source of all the sounds—a cat, as the coyote had thought.
Daisuke took the kitten by the scruff and brought it down. Listening to Daisuke gush about it, he flicked an ear and shook his head. “Nah, I haven’t seen too many domesticated cats regardless,” he responded—most of the cats he’d seen were cougars and wildcats, too feral to be tamed and too dangerous to hang around. The few domesticated cats he had seen were older, and tabbies which blended better with the forest. The cat didn’t seem too threatened by the two looming lycanthropes—no, there was bonhomie clear on its face as it looked at both of them. Snake crossed his arms, his olive eyes surveying the werewolf and the cat for a moment before he inquired, “So… what are you going to do with it?” Snake, not one to be very feely for anything, wouldn’t really want to bother keeping an animal. It would be just another mouth to feed. Daisuke would be more inclined to keep it, but hell. Daisuke had surprised him with his intentions before, so, for all Snake knew, he planned to eat it (though Snake didn’t think he’d do so!).
For some reason, Snake was not at all surprised that it had been an accidental trespassing that had gotten Daisuke into the trouble which caused him to become one of the new werewolves. Of course, it didn’t look like he was unhappy about it—the fact that he was usually in Optime form showed that he had some kind of liking for his new powers. Snake had been born with it, as both of his parents had. He had always thought it something absolutely necessary for canids in the world, though it seemed as though there were still pockets where old wolves still roamed, ignorant of their shifting cousins.
When they had come to the back of the store, where the remaining guitars were, Daisuke took one of the acoustic ones down from the wall before disappointment became apparent on his face. Snake waited, curious, and the wolf explained the reason. Rats? He looked around, seeing several cracks and holes in the wall that could serve as conduits for the rodents. The coyote frowned, disappointed as well that Daisuke hadn’t been able to find a functioning guitar. That was the problem with finding human things that still worked around here—time destroyed all.
The store had ended up being a bust anyway, and they left soon after they realized the other acoustic was defunct as well. Or, at least, they tried to leave, but a scrabbling sound stopped Daisuke, which stopped Snake as well. At first Snake assumed it was one of the marauding mice, but the sound was far too loud for that. It seemed to be coming from above them, as did a mew. Snake had not encountered many cats in his life, but he knew from experience that they usually made such sounds. He watched, vaguely impressed, as the werewolf stood up tall and removed one of the parts of the ceiling (as a coyote and being much shorter than a wolf, Snake wouldn’t have been able to do such) and then found the source of all the sounds—a cat, as the coyote had thought.
Daisuke took the kitten by the scruff and brought it down. Listening to Daisuke gush about it, he flicked an ear and shook his head. “Nah, I haven’t seen too many domesticated cats regardless,” he responded—most of the cats he’d seen were cougars and wildcats, too feral to be tamed and too dangerous to hang around. The few domesticated cats he had seen were older, and tabbies which blended better with the forest. The cat didn’t seem too threatened by the two looming lycanthropes—no, there was bonhomie clear on its face as it looked at both of them. Snake crossed his arms, his olive eyes surveying the werewolf and the cat for a moment before he inquired, “So… what are you going to do with it?” Snake, not one to be very feely for anything, wouldn’t really want to bother keeping an animal. It would be just another mouth to feed. Daisuke would be more inclined to keep it, but hell. Daisuke had surprised him with his intentions before, so, for all Snake knew, he planned to eat it (though Snake didn’t think he’d do so!).
table credit goes to jacoby
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