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The previous night had been a clear one—and one that wasn’t even that cool. Snake had slept comfortably out in the open, abandoning the Caves that the rest of Inferni seemed so captivated with. He wasn’t so sure, but he wasn’t passing judgment just yet. Nonetheless, there was still a lot of these packlands that he had to discover. He had seen the Caves, and ventured north to see what some called the “Sun’s Peak”. As he had crashed to sleep last night in the plains south of Hades Beach (he had not yet ventured to go see the ocean and coast yet, however), he decided to go south. He had seen some glimpses of something strange down there, so the thought to investigate was merely natural.
What he found was the Harrow Road Landfill. It wasn’t quite what it had been when humans inhabited Halifax and its surrounding areas—time had eroded the natural elements and sent them back into the earth, therefore it didn’t harbor the pungent odor that would have kept away young humans. For the coyote, however, it caused ceaseless fascination. He had heard stories of humans, but they were to him as dinosaurs would have been to a human kid, and if that kid had never seen dinosaurs on movies or in books. They were like a fantastical animal, and one he wasn’t so sure existed. Cities could have been built by Lycanthropes, couldn’t they?
Well, as he aged, that thought faded, and it all together disappeared now.
The place was absolutely full of crazy things. Everywhere he looked he found something else that piqued his attention—rusted metal springs, broken and rotting tables and chairs, cans, bottles, lightbulbs, iron bars, and frames of objects so strange he couldn’t even put a label on them. He walked about for a little while, observing this graveyard of a civilization long past, until he found something that made him more curious than anything else there.
It was the rusted-out shell of what used to be a car. Covered in dirt and with weeds growing around its flat tires, it didn’t look like much to the human eye, but it looked like some kind of fantastic spaceship to the young coyote. He approached, dusting off some of the grime from the windows and peering inside. Unhappy with the bad view that offered, he looked around and finally found the handle to one of the doors—the driver-side door, it happened to be. He took hold of the handle firmly and pulled, but there wasn’t any budging. Growling, he put a foot against the side of the car and tried with all of his worth. Luckily, and with a grinding screech, the door of the car opened. Dust and rust were spewed into the air, but he had gotten the damned thing open.
After wiping some more of the grit off of the windshield, he climbed inside, sitting on something that had once been a leather seat. Now it was just some kind of stuff stretched over springs and coils. His foot rested on the gas pedal (as the brake had broken off, and was on the floor a foot away). He looked at the dashboard—broken, with some of the icons still visible. Snake, whose literacy wasn’t exactly his strong point, didn’t understand any of them. They were fascinating however. He placed his hands on the steering wheel (gingerly, as it seemed ready to fall off) and imagined what it could have been used for. [/html]
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Hi! Let me know if I need to change the last few paragraphs. I'm not sure if it's considered power-playing or not. ^__^
I r is rites bads 2nite 4 sum reazuns.
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Bramble, despite her Optime form, was on all fours with her nose to the ground. She inched along the intestinal-esque expanse of Harrow Road Landfill and observed the otherwordly landscape from an ant's eye view. Her tail swayed gently as she crawled along and sniffed, felt, eyed, and tasted the interesting world around her...
All of this exploration got her thinking as she gently caressed a rubber tire, what compelled humans to make this pointless junk, and then make pointless piles of it? That was when she noticed Luperci footprints in the easily provoked dirt. The trail went right on passed the tire and out of view around a junk-filled bend. Her curiosity was piqued, so she crawled over to it and sniffed the track. Fresh...
Of course, Bram followed the trail without hesitation. With skirt held at her thigh with one hand she crawled awkwardly until she reached the aforementioned corner, and from the other side she heard a low growl followed by some fumbling. An agonizing scream of machinery caused the girl to startle and back away from the edge of her hiding place. Seconds passed and she recovered from the fright as she leaned in for a first peek at the cause of the unnatural noise. She caught sight of a boy's back disappearing into the jarred mouth of a machine, and then she was spying on his profile. In the meantime her mind was quite lost for thoughts. Spying on handsome young boys? Oi.
Bramble saw him touch the vehicle's innards before she went back into hiding. She stood, dusted her white buttoned up shirt and leather skirt, and strolled from around the corner where she formerly spied from. Feeling demure, the girl stopped for a moment and looked around apparently oblivious to the boy in the car. She peered footward at a piece of claw-size scrap metal, then bent down to pick it up.
Bram held the silver square (a door hinge, actually) to the sun and looked at it with one eye squeezed shut against the bright light. The image of the bandanna-headed, shirtless boy was all that burned in her mind despite the way she eyed the piece of crap as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Now, with her back to him it was the boy's turn to spy, and she secretly welcomed him to with desperate thirst. Bram fantasized about his personality as she eyed the sun beams exploding through the metal trinket's screw holes.
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This… will probably be interesting. 500+
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He didn’t notice her approach. Actually, he didn’t notice much of anything. He was busy glancing around the car. While time and rust had eaten several holes into the metal shell of the car, most of it was still intact. He could patch up what holes there were. The back to the seat he was sitting in was in pretty bad shape, so he could probably take it right out of the car to open up most of the space. Then it was simply a matter of making things comfortable. He believed that, if he went to work on it, he could probably fashion a den out of this thing. And one where, if he felt the need to go sleep outside on a clear night—which, as he had been sleeping under the stars for eight of his ten months, was always a compulsion—he could simply sleep outside. He decided to keep this place in mind. It was a hell of a lot cozier, and more uninhabited, than the Caves were.
Well, at least he thought he was the only one around here.
He was just about to climb out of the ancient car when he saw that several yards away there was a girl—older than he was, by glance—looking upwards at some glinting piece of metal. Snake was startled, and repressed the animal urge to flee right then and there. He was socially backwards in most regards. He had spent his original childhood being only a small step above a prisoner, and the rest in the presence of his parents while on the road. He had never been in a pack, as it was defined here in Inferni. There were many social aspects that he would have to get used to.
The young coyote didn’t move at all for a moment, actually. He looked with little emotional infliction written on his stoic face. She was clothed—something that wasn’t new to him, as his parents both wore clothes just as humans had so long before—and was just, well, standing there. Unfortunately, Snake’s social backwardness would probably be the crux of all of this. He wasn’t at all really aware of what her intentions were, or what his probably should have been. No, he had lived in New Haven surrounded by Patriot’s sons where women were mostly kept inside (for their own safety), and then later on the road where they met perhaps one female drifter a month. There was not much precedent for him to go on, and his mind and all other factors were generally silent.
He was not, however. After a moment of watching and wondering in silence, he merely asked, “What are you doing?” Snake had never been one for being subtle, or anything of that sort. His mother had a term for him that she had said long ago—point-blank. His father said that he never beat around the bush about things. Those phrases and all didn’t really matter to him, though. He knew he was what he was, and that was painfully blunt.
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Interesting is always ...interesting. 
Have you ever seen Wolf's Rain? Snake reminds me ever so slightly of a young version of Tsume.
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Silence created the illusion of eternity, but a lucid voice reached through the ages and brought time back to normalcy. Bramble jerked in "surprise" and dropped the hinge which said 'click' once it hit the dirt. A soft "oh" split the she-yote's muzzle before she spun around to give the youth a hard look.
Two sets of black claws latched on to feminine hips. Bram, with traces of fake annoyance ingrained in her face, eyed the pup some more, until a giggle almost gave her away. Luckily for the facade, the laughter stayed hidden in its recesses for a few moments longer. Just long enough to give the air a gravy thick tension.
In the meantime, she soaked up the stranger's appearance as if he were a puddle of water and she the bone-dry sponge. To say Kaena was not the only figure of supreme curiosity anymore was truth, for something about the soberness of his young face did not seem natural. Even the clothing implied that he was a tough figure despite being a "little" boy, which actually he was not. Bram could see his long legs curled up, knees to the steering wheel. In his state of premature manliness he looked quite ...adorable, though if she ever admitted this to him she would have bet money on a reaction involving puking noises.
Finally her hands rolled off her hips as words followed in similar fashion off her tongue, "I was pretending to marvel at useless junk." Her face conciliated a kittenish grin as she reached one hand behind her head to scratch a mysterious itch behind the ear. For some reason such actions helped to displace the strangeness of how she'd confronted the boy. She didn't know why she got the urge to do confront strangers in abnormal ways- didn't care either.
She looked at the boy's rusty plaything with an arched brow and implored, "So, um, what are you up to?" The girl kicked the tiny metal scrap and listened to the 'chink' of impact against another similar object nearby.
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I didn't get the chance to watch it, but I read the two books. I can kind of see what you mean, it's been so long since I read them, though. XD 500+
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As she contorted in surprise and dropped the piece of junk that she had been looking at, it did flit across his mind that perhaps she put this on as some kind of set-up—for he was pretty sure no one within a few hundred yards could have missed him breaking into the ancient automobile—but he didn’t really entertain the notion. He thought of it as rude, firstly, and outlandish secondly. He had no clue as to why she would do such a thing, so he discarded the thought as quickly as it had cropped up.
She looked annoyed at his question first, holding that position for such an amount of time that the young coyote had to raise an eyebrow at her (though it wasn’t really visible, as his bandanna obscured that particular feature of his face). Despite his own strange reception and apparent lack of interest, it wasn’t to say that he wasn’t curious. He had seen, during all of the months of his life, perhaps two or three females anywhere within three years of his own age. He studied her first with a reserved notion, then with a small amount of fascination that he refused let register in his eyes or expression. Indeed, he did begin to feel a little bit hot under her stare, confused by her annoyance. What had he done that had returned that reaction? Surely he had just posed a simple question, and nothing more?
After the silence and the exchange of stares from the two young coyotes, she let go of the stance she had been holding. Her hands slid from her hips, and he generally felt as though he wasn’t as much under fire as before. She answered, scratching behind one large coyote ear—two actions which generally gave off a suave air, after Snake thought about it. He wasn’t sure if it was facilitated or natural for her, though.
Naturally the question got reflected back at him, and he looked to the car again. What was I doing? he thought for a second, blankly, before answering, “Trying to figure this thing out.” He glanced towards the hood of the car, and noticed a flash of light and a strange surface. Snake had discovered a side-view mirror which, despite the tests of time, was in pretty good shape. It was cracked in several places, but the image it gave was mostly true to life. He reached out for it, but the second his clawed hand touched it, the connecting wires snapped and the metal groaned. The mirror landed on the ground with a small crack.
“Dammit,” the youth growled to himself, fully exiting the old vehicle and picking up the object from the ground. There was one more crack on the mirror now, but it was miraculously still in pretty good shape. He looked over to the girl for a moment and then took a few steps in her direction, holding out the mirror to her. He wasn’t sure whether it was a gift or a peace offering, but he had no other immediate needs for it. Why not?
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Yeah, dunno' what it is. Just is. Btw, Snake is so cute omg. *squees and makes grabby hands*
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Throughout the entire gimmick she had not been able to place any one true emotion on the boy's face, except something along the lines of "what the heck, lady." Even then she wasn't sure, but all of this passed rather quickly and gracelessly. Like a three-legged pig fumbling for a slop filled feed bin. Nonetheless, it was a painless transition to the next subject.
She responded quietly, "Ah..." but her mind was preoccupied by the svelte body framed in steel and leather interior seats. The slightest of head shakes got her mind (and eyes) back on the right track. She leaned over slightly to watch the thing he reached for. At the light touch of his hand it broke off and Bram straightened back up with a flinch as he cursed.
Her eyes were wider now as she waited to see what he would do. Stone silence sunk deep down in her lungs so that she forgot to breath as he emerged. Sunlight glorified his wild back fur when he leaned to pick up the object, and the stone of silence sunk deeper. Bram quickly shifted her eyes to his hands once he approached, and she was delighted by the surprise offering.
She cautiously reached for it as if it could be some sort of trick. However, once her hands were on the cool hard surface she relaxed. A pointer finger grazed one of his, so she reflexively yanked her hand and the object from him a lot quicker than first intended. Trying to ignore the tiny incident (and hoping someone like him would not even realize her strange behavior for what it was) she looked up and smiled, "thanks."
Bram turned to the side so as not to be face-to-face with the stranger any longer. She toyed with the bulky cracked mirror without looking up. Just then it caught the reflection of the sunlight and beamed straight in her eyes. She gasped at the sudden onslaught of temporary blindness and looked over at the boy with alarm and several blinks to regain her eyesight, "Woah, this thing is crazy... Here, look..." She angled the mirror so that sunlight poured on to his face. It amazed her that such a tiny object could concentrate something as powerful and far away as the sun. She commented on its abilities with awe tied in, "It acts like water when the light hits it, yet feels as hard as ice, yet isn't the slightest bit cold." Then randomly a very hushed giggle ushered from her chest as she tried to blind him.
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Thank you; he is very fun to play! I love Bramble. (: 500+
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If Snake was one thing during this whole excursion, it was utterly oblivious. Not knowing himself how to ask in a girl’s presence, and therefore also not understanding how he himself should act, he merely acted as he would towards any other. He hoped it didn’t offend her—his actions and his expressions. It wasn’t just her; it was universal. He remembered his mother observing her twin sons and mentioning that they were both too serious. She was right, partially. Snake was the serious one—nothing seemed to faze him, and similarly nothing seemed to please him. Foxhound was serious some of the time… When he was not furious and lashing out. The intricacies of Foxhound’s complexes towards Snake were very deep, but it caused a torrential rift between them. Whatever brotherly affections that had once been between Snake and his twin ended the day Patriot came and extended his influence over ‘Hound.
Digressions about past histories aside, he was nonetheless pleased to some degree when she expressed happiness for his impromptu gift. He didn’t mind giving it away. He had a hunch that there might be a similar glass piece on the other side of the car, and he already knew that there was one inside, on the floor. Girls had more use for mirrors, anyway. He didn’t really notice her small jerk, or really the small connection of their fingers beyond the millisecond of warmth that passed between them. He remained unemotional, though he did give a small nod to her thanks… and maybe even the barest ghost of a smile.
She turned away from him slightly, looking into the mirror and moving it about until she caught the full glare of the sun reflected into her eyes. He half-stepped forward, to knock the object away if it caused any more mischief, but it was a false call—she regained her vision and then spoke, showing it in a similar fashion to him. He blinked, gave a surprised grunt, and covered his olive eyes with a hand. When the reflecting mirror was put away again, he lowered his arm. She described the mirror perfectly, in the words a lycanthrope would use, musing about the curiosities of humans. Snake knew a bit more than she did, though. In New Haven, many of the buildings and skyscrapers were still used by those with Luperci. Mirrors were pretty commonplace, and they knew what they were called. “They called them mirrors where I came from,” he murmured. Despite his own wishes, he couldn’t erase that he was born in that city. It was his original home, not that he’d want to be associated with it. “Human devices made out of glass. They used them to look at themselves and at things behind them… Though they seem to be pretty potent blinding weapons.”
One who knew Snake would know that any kind of jab at being amusing was very strange for his character. But he knew he was in the company of someone and felt the small need to at least try to amuse them. He didn’t want to lose the company just yet.
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She saw a momentary flash of pine green eyes before they were covered by a protective paw. The initial surprise of seeing irises reflect light like liquefied pine sap caused the hand to drop at its owner's side and dangle like a useless red wire attached to the mirror.
He described the object to her as she began to look it over again. Deft paws turned it over and over and fingers traced cracks of varying lengths and paths. A background of giggles painted the boy's latter sentence. Other than using it as a weapon, she'd never thought to look at herself in it until he mentioned humans doing so. Bramble peered down and into the hard water surface and smiled at herself as if she was meeting a stranger. She stuck her tongue out and performed a few strange eyebrow movements before she realized she was probably acting stupid. Bramble's face grew quiet once more.
"The clarity is amazing compared to what puddles produce. It's like I'm trapped in there... in that glass mirror." She treated the last two words with foreigner's uncertainty that strangely lacked in curiosity. As far as she was concerned humans had been a minor fleck of annoyance in Nature's course, even if their civilization's stubborn stain remained- grease on silk.
The real curiosity was in the fellow clan mate before her. First, she needed a name. "I'm Bramble, but please call me Bram." Her extinct family used that nickname. As far as she was concerned Inferni was the closest thing to family, even though she knew just two of them by name, Kaena and Gabriel, and had only met the former. "What can I call you?"
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Sometimes he thought that his eyes were the only truly living part of him. Snake could not hide from his personality—he was almost an automaton sometimes, acting without thought and generally on instinct, just as a robot would do, following its programming. Sometimes his heart ate through that steely exterior of his, though, and showed through. Sometimes it was a glint in his soft green eyes, or a present of a broken mirror to a girl. All these pieces of his own humanity came together to create a mosaic that Snake often had to use to prove to himself that he wasn’t just a reaction to circumstances around him. He did have thoughts, and he did have feelings, and he did have emotions. They were just buried very deep within a strangely intricate person. How, or when, he would truly unlock them was far beyond his comprehension at this current moment. He was not esurient for finding himself at this very moment, or within the immediate future.
The girl lowered the mirror almost immediately after attempting to blind him, though Snake was too busy blinking the splotches of yellow and orange out of his retinas to really notice. She seemed fascinated with the object, though; far more than he was, which made him happy that he had given it to her. While he himself didn’t respond to her giggles at his attempt at humor, he was pleased that he had made her laugh, even if he couldn’t return the favor. He watched her stoically as she looked into her own reflection. He saw the recognition in her yellow eyes as she made faces at her grinning doppelganger, nearly prompting a smile from the serious youth—nearly. Eventually he guessed that she realized his gaze and stopped taunting her own image, her face falling emotionless once more as she faced him. He gave a small nod to her use of the words ‘glass’ and ‘mirror’—at least just to let her know she used them right. Snake had guessed that most wolves and coyotes knew at least something about human objects and traditions, but… obviously, that was not the case.
Things finally seemed to roll around from toying with human things and trivialities to the heart of the meeting—introduction. She named herself Bramble, or Bram, which Snake immediately and automatically responded with, “Nice to meet you, Bram.” She asked for his name and he paused momentarily. He remembered his mother saying to handle one’s name with care; often it was his or her only possession in this world. But Snake believed Bram to be trustworthy, so he divulged, “My name is Snake.”
Luckily, last names were not mentioned, so Snake would not have to mention that he didn’t believe himself to have one. He had several, but he didn’t choose to take any. He had once asked his mother if he should be called Snake Eirisa, but she had laughed and told him that than name was dead to her, so it was out of the question for him. She said he was welcome to take his father’s name—Booth—but Snake was not yet so sure. His own complex about his father, and whom he more related to, Laurel or Patriot, was still up for debate in Snake’s mind. So he forsake them all and created an identify for himself: Snake. Simple, yet so was he.
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[html] "I love that name." It was true. Bramble was such a sucker for reptiles. They were beautiful, hardy creatures with a calm calculating presence. Kind of like the Snake before her. She smiled up at the aptly named boy and remarked matter-of-factly, "If you were a snake instead of a Luperci I bet you'd be a python..." Her mind went back to a particularly fond memory of said serpent and she continued in a tone of wonderment, "I saw a huge one eat an alligator once, no kidding." Though she'd only seen these pythons and alligators in the very southern most reaches of her travels, she remembered them well. Bony and green, smooth and scaly, and always ready to commit cold-blooded killings.
Bram was curious to see his reaction. Normally, young males were all over a story that was hardly believable or just too gross, violent, or awesome to wrap one's mind/stomach around, but she sensed he wasn't like the other youngsters. Without meaning to, and quite lost in her own mind's wanderings, she watched him with predatory calculation.
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Snake looked down swiftly when she mentioned that she liked his name—perhaps the slightest bashful gesture? He had never really understood the importance of names—he had seen many a foofaraw over such trivialities. Some meant that they had deeper levels of importance within your character, but Snake wasn’t sure if he bought into that. He had once asked his mother why she had named himself and his brother as she had, and she had responded offhandedly that they were the names of a great warrior and a group he once served. And that they were both animals, but that wasn’t as close to the point. Regardless, Snake hadn’t seen many snakes in New Haven, though he had seen several in the woods while travelling. They were okay. He didn’t have some kind of over-the-top affinity for them, however.
When she continued, recounting an experience of hers with two reptiles (one of which a snake), he simply stared blandly at her. In truth, Snake didn’t really know what a python or an alligator was. He could guess that a python was a big and powerful snake, by how reverently she said that it had eaten an alligator (was that hard to do?). As he stared, he noticed with a kind of animalistic intuition that she was watching for his reaction. There wasn’t much of one. It was pretty clear in his young face that he didn’t fully understand. After a moment (in which he was considering saying nothing at all), he realized that it wouldn’t be polite to simply stare and remain dumb. So he said, genuinely curious instead of indulgently, “Why do you think that?” Even if the python was a mighty snake, why would she think he was anything like one? When it came to some others in these parts, Snake wasn’t really that strong or swift. He didn’t think there was anything actually redeeming to himself, besides being a body willing to do whatever was asked of him. One might say that he had self-esteem issues, but the real root of the matter was that he was extremely realistic. There really wasn’t that much to the boy.
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[html] She mentally giggled when he look down upon hearing her comment, so as not to abash him any further (if that was indeed the reason for his actions). Snake, no matter his reptilian calmness, was an amusing and adorable boy. The small things he did tickled Bramble to the core, like when she spied him messing with the car, and when he gave her a mirror, and the way he seemed like such a gentleman despite his age. The girl was glad to have found his presence, and a random smile broke out on her face a moment after he questioned her reasoning.
"I don't know." A lie. She didn't want to sound too flirty, though she kind of doubted Snake would understand flirting if it came out his nose. "Sometimes my instincts just tell me these things, so there's no doubt you've got python vibes going on. Have you ever seen one?" She figured he might be from up North, unlike her, therefore completely unaware of his giant namesake. She tried to imagine a python slithering through deep snow and soon understood why they might prefer warmer climates.
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Just realized that, in human years, Snake is 15 years old and Bram is 25. Kind of creeped me out. XD <3
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How Snake got the shred of chivalry that he had was beyond him. Living in New Haven was pretty much living in filth—anyone who said that Patriot and his band of savages were gentlemanly should probably start taking some type of medication. Perhaps he gleaned several aspects of being polite from his father—Laurel was a gentleman in a very quiet way, much as Snake was. Of course, Snake wouldn’t really like to believe that he was acting as his father would, due to his paternal complex. His mother, when it came to etiquette, wasn’t much better than Patriot. So it was a decent mystery. Perhaps it came naturally to him. Despite his mechanical shell, Snake had a heart in soul buried in there somewhere. It just lie sleeping most of the time.
Instincts? he wondered mentally; he couldn’t help but doubt that, though he knew that they were usually the best things to trust, if one was to trust anything at all. When she asked if he knew what a python was, he shook his head. “No,” he answered simply. For any matter, he didn’t know what kind of range the species of ‘snake’ had. From what he knew of them, they were legless reptiles that slithered through the undergrowth, hunting for food. He didn’t know, however, that there were certain species that had venom that could kill in minutes. Or that still other species could climb trees more expertly than monkeys, or that some hurled their bodies through the air and ‘flew’ to other branches. No, to him they giant, scaled worms that he had seen once or twice in the dead leaves of the forests of Canada, and only in the warmer summers. “What are they? Where do they live?” he asked, his curiosity emerging far more than it usually did. While some children consistently asked ‘why’, ‘how’, and all of those questions, Snake had simply absorbed the world as it was. This conversation was a little more interesting to him, however, than the usual.
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full of character The girl had no idea what kind of luck she was having with Snake. She hoped he was just a semi-reserved child that would blossom into full character once they got to know one another a little better. If she had any idea about Snake's past she might not be so hopeful. For now her hopes stayed safely hidden in the shadows south of enlightenment.
She was glad to answer his simple questions, but first she pranced lightly to the car's hood and leaned against it with one hand on the rusty surface for balance. Her tail swished nonchalantly against the surface on which she leaned. "They're a tropical species of snake- terrifyingly big and beautiful hunters of the trees. I saw a few of them back home, but when I got to this continent I saw the one I mentioned earlier hunting in the swamplands... If it can get its jaws around an alligator it can definitely devour one of us, too." She shivered and gripped the hood with the upbringing of the unpleasant thought. The brittle metal punctured beneath her claws and she pulled herself away from the car in surprise.
A mental whoops resounded in her skull as she looked at Snake apologetically. He seemed fond of the piece of junk, even if she couldn't understand why. "Er, if you don't mind me asking. Why were you so interested in this thing earlier?" She looked back and cocked an eyebrow momentarily at the red-stained machine. Then, she turned back around to Snake and waited with a curious glint in her eyes.
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Lol, yeah. I read a book (The Loop) where the female character was 28 and the male character was 19. It was… interesting. Especially since I read it in middle school. XD
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He watched her warily as she nimbly leaped onto the hood of the carcass of the car, balancing precariously on the rusted-out lid. He wasn’t that worried, for if it broke, it broke. But he simply hoped that she’d be a little bit careful with his treasured find. Regardless, she answered his question about pythons, painting a wild picture of a marvelous creature in his head. Snake imagined a reptile the width of a tree trunk, slinking through the wet jungles of the far south, its green scales melding flawlessly into the dappled shadows of the forest floor. While his guess wasn’t too far off, he made it seem a little more fearsome than it actually was. He imagined it moving a little bit more quickly than the average lethargic python, sliding towards the next patch of sunlight to dwell in. Nonetheless, he was somewhat pleased to know that he reminded her of a powerful python and not a rat-snake, even if it wasn’t accurate.
He heard the small ‘pop’ of her claw piercing the thin hull of the car, and the fur on the back of his neck stood in fear. Like the classic teenage boy worrying about his precious ride, he took a step forward, his sharp eyes accessing the damage. A tiny hole—nothing that he hadn’t already seen in the ceiling of the ancient automobile. He settled down, his fur and eyes returning to their emotionless normal. She must have noticed his interest, however, for the question she posed was a good one. He was silent for a moment before replying, measuredly, “I can’t live in the Caves like everyone else. I have… a fear of being underground,” he said, feeling the near-physical pain of relinquishing one of his weaknesses to someone else. Patriot had always told him and Foxhound never to betray your secrets to someone—friends and family could become enemies one day. But he felt no wariness towards Bramble; he trusted her character. “And I kind of want to live where I can sleep alone. So… I thought maybe I could make a den of it.” He looked at the car once more, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I’ll patch up the holes and get rid of whatever’s inside of it and make a den in there. And if the weather’s bad, I can sleep inside where it’s dry. If the weather’s good, though, I can sleep up here,” he said, talking the last few steps towards the car and patting the top. A cloud of rust and dust arose from the human invention, but he didn’t mind. He’d work on it, and make it the coolest den around. Already he was thinking about innovations for it. There were windows already, and he had seen lots of things to put inside to sleep on, and he could get some cloth and make curtains to keep the sunlight out.
While busy thinking about the renovations he’d make to his quaint soon-to-be-home, he looked at Bram. “Do you have any ideas on where you want to make a den yet?”
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[html] out of character Maybe I will read it. Have you ever read/seen Lolita the book/movie? It was kind of hard for me to stomach but so interesting at the same time.
full of character A flare of worry lit up in Snake's normally darkened features as he came forward to survey the claw's damage. Immediately after the quick check up the flare died, and Bramble breathed a sigh of relief quietly to herself.
The python admitted his fear and the blackberry bush nodded understandably. A hushed "yeaah" issued forth, before he continued, in the tone of someone who felt exactly the same way about living in confined black holes in the ground.
He stepped over to the car, giving it a hearty pat that resulted in a plume of red tinged dust. Respectfully, Bramble backed away a few more inches from the car and plopped her rear end on the ground. Legs sprawled out in their leather skirt casing, and she pushed her shirt sleeves up to the elbow before placing both arms behind her for support. She eyed the Snake's den-to-be lazily. "Neat, I never woulda' thought of that. Now that she thought about it... she hadn't thought of where she was going to live at all.
Bramble's face filled with concern as she bit her lip and stuttered uncertainly, Well, I... I haven't figured it out yet. Definitely not the caves, too underground like you said... and not the forest either, too lonely for me." She paused to think, "Looks like I'll have to bunker down with you in this lil' ole' clunker!" She was obviously teasing him in her sing-song voice and overly grinning look she sent his way. Bramble kept herself from bursting out in laughter. She wouldn't miss the socially awkward teen's response for the world.
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No, but I have friends who have watched/read it. It sounds... interesting, but I'm not sure I could handle it. 
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Snake felt a little better, once he descried that Bramble also had issues with sleeping underground. It wasn’t just subterraneous living that gave him a weird feeling—it was any kind of enclosed area. He had spent his first few months hearing news of some inhabitants of New Haven being crushed or buried alive by the crumbling buildings and concrete of the ancient human city. He had been slightly concerned if he was simply a freak amongst coyotes in general, as it seemed nearly everyone here in Inferni had a home in the Caverns, but the fact that Bram also shared his resentment for that kind of den made him feel more comfortable.
His olive eyes followed the female coyote as she sat down a few paces away from the car and, in response he sat down on the car seat, though to where he could still see her. He flicked his ears (in a presumably humble manner) when she mentioned that it was a neat idea, looking away swiftly. The young coyote didn’t really stand for being praised much—he, very opposite of his brother, never believed he deserved it.
Bram didn’t seem to know where she was going to live yet, though. Snake’s face became more pensive as she spoke, and he gave a small nod to her sentiments on the Caves and the Forest—his were the same. When she gave her last statement, though, practically singing the words, he was too locked up in a serious thought to consider it as humorous. “If you’ve not anywhere else to stay, you could stay here.” The kid meant it exclusively innocently—he would, without a second thought, give the to-be-den to the woman for a while. He could sleep somewhere else with a clean conscience, knowing that she was more comfortable than in the caves or something. How she might interpret it was up in the air, but his olive eyes were honest.
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