01-20-2010, 10:46 PM
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Snake personally kept away from the old house that was in the Inferni woods—he hated most human dwellings, almost as much as he hated subterranean places. Ironically enough, this reptile had a bit of an issue with being claustrophobic—most prevalently in places that he believed could cave in or fall down on him. It was something that was deep-seated from his childhood (several buildings had collapsed in New Haven after earthquakes, which gave him an irrational fear), and something that he could not rationalize out of himself. So he generally kept away from the caves, the mansion. He only went inside buildings in Halifax against his better judgment when he needed something out of them.
He came in this direction today, however, because he was checking the borders, making sure there were no trespassers. He paid the greatest amount of attention to the Inferni borders that were in the forest, as he guessed that would be the most obvious point of entry for any intelligent assailant. He didn't notice anything off while exploring the boundaries around the mansion, though he did notice that someone was around when he passed back around it. It as Niir, the woman that he had recently helped accept into the clan. She seemed to be slipping and sliding, somewhat clumsily (not that he could do any better!) on the frozen lakes that were behind the old house.
The green-eyed coyote watched, vaguely amused, for a few moments before realizing that he was probably being a little more creepy than he should be. His gait was extremely silent—uncannily so, and as it should be, as he had been trained to tread softly. He took a step forward, crunching loudly and uncharacteristically in the snow to announce his presence. Still, there was a wistful look of amusement on his face as she continued to try to navigate the frozen ponds. "You should be careful—wouldn't want one of the new recruits slipping and breaking her neck," he said, his voice totally deadpan, though a twitch of a smile at the corners of is serpentine mouth showed that he wasn't totally serious. At least, it would be hoped so.
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Snake personally kept away from the old house that was in the Inferni woods—he hated most human dwellings, almost as much as he hated subterranean places. Ironically enough, this reptile had a bit of an issue with being claustrophobic—most prevalently in places that he believed could cave in or fall down on him. It was something that was deep-seated from his childhood (several buildings had collapsed in New Haven after earthquakes, which gave him an irrational fear), and something that he could not rationalize out of himself. So he generally kept away from the caves, the mansion. He only went inside buildings in Halifax against his better judgment when he needed something out of them.
He came in this direction today, however, because he was checking the borders, making sure there were no trespassers. He paid the greatest amount of attention to the Inferni borders that were in the forest, as he guessed that would be the most obvious point of entry for any intelligent assailant. He didn't notice anything off while exploring the boundaries around the mansion, though he did notice that someone was around when he passed back around it. It as Niir, the woman that he had recently helped accept into the clan. She seemed to be slipping and sliding, somewhat clumsily (not that he could do any better!) on the frozen lakes that were behind the old house.
The green-eyed coyote watched, vaguely amused, for a few moments before realizing that he was probably being a little more creepy than he should be. His gait was extremely silent—uncannily so, and as it should be, as he had been trained to tread softly. He took a step forward, crunching loudly and uncharacteristically in the snow to announce his presence. Still, there was a wistful look of amusement on his face as she continued to try to navigate the frozen ponds. "You should be careful—wouldn't want one of the new recruits slipping and breaking her neck," he said, his voice totally deadpan, though a twitch of a smile at the corners of is serpentine mouth showed that he wasn't totally serious. At least, it would be hoped so.