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It was bright out today, but the weather was not good. It was cold—from the northern reaches of the world came winds that were swift and cold, cutting through cloth and fur and sinew clear to the bone. Occasionally snow would begin to fall in furious flurries and then stop just as quickly as it began—it stuck to the ground now, but not very deep. But Snake knew this was only the harbinger of what was to come. He had spent his very first winter in the relative warmth in the basement of a concrete tower in New Haven, with his mother and brother. Staying out in the elements, alone, in Inferni would be much different than that.
He wasn’t quite sure why he set out from Inferni today. If he thought things through, he would have realized it best for him to stay in his den, buried amidst the dozens of blankets he had gathered and stored in the rusted-out automobile that served as his den. But something about the eastern coast of these lands called him, and he did not stop walking in that direction until he stood amongst the treacherous ravines and rocky coasts of the Quartz Shoreline.
He could see to the north an island, partially shielded by snows and mists, that hosted a tall tower. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t feel any need to go and find out. The coyote regarded the cold and endless ocean with an impassive gaze, trying to see if it was any different from the waters off of Hades Coast. It looked the same—a disappointment, really. He sighed, kicking at a stone which clattered along the harsh terrain before starting to walk along the coast, towards the south. He thought of nothing, though it did occur to him that it was rather bleak out. And it wasn’t getting any better, as just that moment another of those sporadic flurries began to precipitate where the land met the ocean.
It was bright out today, but the weather was not good. It was cold—from the northern reaches of the world came winds that were swift and cold, cutting through cloth and fur and sinew clear to the bone. Occasionally snow would begin to fall in furious flurries and then stop just as quickly as it began—it stuck to the ground now, but not very deep. But Snake knew this was only the harbinger of what was to come. He had spent his very first winter in the relative warmth in the basement of a concrete tower in New Haven, with his mother and brother. Staying out in the elements, alone, in Inferni would be much different than that.
He wasn’t quite sure why he set out from Inferni today. If he thought things through, he would have realized it best for him to stay in his den, buried amidst the dozens of blankets he had gathered and stored in the rusted-out automobile that served as his den. But something about the eastern coast of these lands called him, and he did not stop walking in that direction until he stood amongst the treacherous ravines and rocky coasts of the Quartz Shoreline.
He could see to the north an island, partially shielded by snows and mists, that hosted a tall tower. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t feel any need to go and find out. The coyote regarded the cold and endless ocean with an impassive gaze, trying to see if it was any different from the waters off of Hades Coast. It looked the same—a disappointment, really. He sighed, kicking at a stone which clattered along the harsh terrain before starting to walk along the coast, towards the south. He thought of nothing, though it did occur to him that it was rather bleak out. And it wasn’t getting any better, as just that moment another of those sporadic flurries began to precipitate where the land met the ocean.