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Set at Dalhousie University.
Somehow the wayward hybrid had made his way to one of the areas of the city that the plant life seemed to have a chokehold on. It was quite the marvel to see just how different parts of the city could be from one another. Some locations were thoroughly man-made, all cracked concrete, falling buildings, and scattered gadgets long rendered useless by time. Other areas were like this, a melding of man and nature, plant life seizing hold on any object within its reach. Though really, this variety wasn’t any different here than in the dozens of other cities he’d worked his way through. Same old song and dance, different location.
Andante picked his way across the campus grounds, amethyst eyes taking in the sights of nature slowly squeezing the life out of the buildings around him. It was almost poetic in its violence, but Dante never cared to look too deeply into it. What would be the point? All he cared about was finding something interesting to see and to do. The old university grounds were interesting enough as it was, with plenty of buildings to break into and dissect. He eyed the buildings with a half-hearted attention as he walked along a worn concrete path. Nothing really leapt out at him, and he found himself wanting to cause a little destruction to fend of his boredom. The hybrid boy stopped before a rusting metal newspaper box attached to the side of one of the walkways and examined it for a moment before deeming it to be a suitable target. He moved behind it and removed his aluminum baseball bat from the sling on his back. It took a few swings to get the thing loose, leaving it up to one good whack to send it flying across the cracked concrete path. It clattered noisily to the ground, enticing a wicked grin to flash onto his features.
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This thread's subtitle made me smile. (:
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Days ago, Snake had ventured out of Inferni for the first time in a few weeks and explored part of the Dampwoods. Now he felt even more possessed by the thought of exploring, and so he had set off this day with the thought to go even further south into the Souls territory. He started similarly to the last time, going east into the Dampwoods but then fanning out in a southwestern direction into Arachnea’s Revenge—he scented a wolf pack further south and made sure to stay away from them. Eventually he noticed the skyline of a city to the south and, fascinated and terrified at the same time, Snake began to approach it.
The city of Halifax was very similar to New Haven, though it seemed to be holding its own against time a little bit better. Most of the buildings of New Haven had fallen to the ground, allowing the canines that inhabited it to rest within their crumbled corpses. Here, however, things seemed mostly intact, though they were slowly being retaken by nature. One example of this that Snake came across was the campus of a university. The signifying building, a taller tower, was being devoured by ivy inside and out from what he could see. The young coyote wandered the decrepit streets, making swift comparisons in his mind between this place and New Haven.
His own quiet musings were destroyed when a smashing sound and the bell-like sound of broken glass came to his ears. His eyes widened and he fought the instinct to flee—he was curious, so he wandered towards the sound (something that he might regret doing later). He rounded the corner of a brick building and saw a wolf, whose scent he couldn’t distinguish to be from any pack, standing over a busted meal human object. In the other lycanthrope’s claws was a metal rod of some nature, which he probably used to crush the broken thing at his feet. Snake felt the initial cold dread seep into his heart, and felt the urge to flee, but he couldn’t move. The boy merely watched.
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I couldn't resist. X3
Dante leered down at the defenseless object, staring it down as if it was some sort of unfortunate prey. He stomped on the side of the box, enjoying the way the hollow clang of the metal panel echoed off the sides of nearby buildings. It really was all just a simple waste of time, but the hybrid boy didn’t really care either way. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to be doing with his life. As stupid as it was for him to stand around beating the crap out of an inanimate object, he was having fun. And that’s all that really mattered to him. He raised his bat to the air to strike at the metal box once more, but a scent drifted to him on a lazy breeze and he halted mid-swing. Slowly Dante turned around, eyes scanning the area for the source of the scent. Before long he spotted a young coyote standing beside a brick building, staring right at him.
This territory was apparently a pretty popular one. He hadn’t been lingering around this city for more than a week, and already this was the third soul he’d run into. Though, admittedly, the hybrid boy had met one of those feisty girls by barging into her pack’s territory, but that was beside the point, really. He was glad to find that this one, at least, knew better than to prance around on all fours like an idiot. This kid couldn’t seem to do anything more than stare, though. So for the moment, Dante stared back. His amethyst gaze studied the coyote boy for a moment. He was certainly young, nearly what he could call tall, and rather wiry. Dante lifted an eyebrow in slight curiosity at the sight of the coy’s green bandana, but dismissed it rather quickly. He had seen much stranger and much more interesting things during his months’ travel trough the northern territories.
It didn’t take long for the stilted, awkward silence to wear thin on Andante’s nerves. He wished the kid would get lost already, instead of gawking at him like some kind of idiot. Dante’s amethyst gaze narrowed into a glare. He lifted his baseball bat so that it could lean against his shoulder, hand still firmly gripping the handle. He took a few steps toward the ‘yote boy, keeping his attention sharp for any signs of movement the kid might display. “The hell ya want?” he called out gruffly, glare still fixed on the younger canine’s pale olive gaze. Maybe he could scare the little whelp into leaving him alone. All the hybrid boy really wanted was a little alone time to vent his ever-present frustrations.
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The canine seemed to sense his presence, and turned to face him. Judging solely from his height, Snake could guess that he was wolf. Or at least predominantly wolf. The fur along the back of his neck continued to prickle with unease as the warnings of several of his clanmates rang in his ears—avoid most of the wolves around these parts, for they rarely want nothing but trouble, or something to that extent. Perhaps he should have obeyed that and ran, but Snake couldn’t seem to make his legs obey his brain. He remained fastened into place, even when the werewolf seemed bored by their impromptu staring contest and narrowed his vibrant eyes, shouldering the weapon that he held clenched in his claws.
His question was accusatory, though not outwardly violent. There were no threats being passed yet, though Snake was not sure what the timer on that would be. If this creature seemed so hellbent on destroying a metal object that he found lying around in the city, he would rather not assume what he would do to a wandering coyote. It took Snake a moment to locate his voice, then he replied, “Nothing.” But he didn’t move from where he stood—that response was not quite restored to him yet.
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The kid just muttered some obligatory reply and remained rooted in place, that same idiotic look on his features. He just stood there. And stared. And stared some more. Dante kept his amethyst gaze on the kid, irritation growing more and more every second. The coyote boy had managed to respond, but he was apparently too dense to take a hint and get his ass out of there. There were plenty of other places that the kid could wander off to and stare at whatever the hell he wanted. As far as Dante was concerned, the kid could frolic off and do any damn thing he wanted as long as he was somewhere else. The city was huge and he could easily find somewhere else to play. Andante wasn’t about to move for the likes of this idiot.
The doggish male could only handle so much of the sit-and-wait game. It was obvious that the whelp chose to be too stupid to skip out, so the hybrid boy knew he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. He took a few more steps toward the kid, swinging the aluminum bat idly as he approached the building. He brought the bat up to rest on his shoulder once more, amethyst gaze never leaving the sandy-furred youth’s form. The destroyed postbox lay forgotten behind him. “Then how ‘bout ya move yer ass somewhere else, huh?”
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If Dante would simply allow him to get away, we could end the thread just like that! This is more than enough to make Snake a little more anxious about wolves. ^^
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He remained quiescent for a moment more, his olive eyes following every move that the other Luperci made. As he stepped towards him, Snake’s urge of fight or flight finally overwhelmed the paralysis that had settled in. He could hear in the back of his mind a voice yowling at him, berating him for this. If he had ever been confronted by someone and had this reaction in New Haven—well—let’s just say that he wouldn’t be here at the moment. Galvanized by this, he took a few steps backward as well. He tracked the aluminum bat as it swayed in the air, watching the light catch it. He knew that he wasn’t unarmed either, for he had his mother’s knife in its clasp behind his back, but somehow he thought that someone with a baseball bat could club him far before he got the chance to use it. Turning and running would be an idiotic idea, he thought—he didn’t know the intentions of this wolf. He didn’t know for sure that he just wanted to be left alone. He might be waiting for Snake to turn and run, just to take advantage of his turned back. And yet the Inferni Hastati had no intention of sticking around any longer, so he continued to edge back, his olive gaze never once straying from the threatening wolf.
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TELL ME, ARE YOU FREE, WHEN THE FEAR FALLS ON YOU?
That works for me. If this had continued on any longer, Dante probably wouldn't have been so happy to let him run off. You can reply once more if you'd like, or we can end it here. Your choice. :]
The little brat seemed to finally get some sense in his head, willing his legs to slowly back away from the approaching Dante. The doggish male continued to stare down the boy, noting with amusement how his olive eyes watched him wearily. Andante's agitated snarl transformed into more of an amused grin as the stranger slowly tried to make his leave, still silent, still staring. Andante continued his slow pace toward the boy for a moment, amused by the frightened retreat he was taking. He wondered for the moment if the coyote's nerves would finally jolt to life and cause him to turn and bolt away in a hurry. How much fun he could have, if that were to happen. But the boy seemed smarter than that, keeping his gaze glued to Dante, never giving him a chance to catch him off guard and allow him to strike. Dante was fine with that, though. The hybrid contemplated for a moment if he should give chase to the retreating figure, have himself some fun with a little scuffle. But for now he would prefer to go back to enjoying the peace of his solitude; he could always find some poor sap to mess with later, when he was feeling more social. Abruptly he stopped in his tracks, though his gaze continued to hold steady on the retreating figure.
OH, TO BREATHE IN FIRE, AND KNOW I'M FREE
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Whether Dante wants to let him go or chase him is totally up to you. (:
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As the wolf’s face began to contort from a snarl to a rash smile, Snake began to realize that he hated him. There was no logic within this sudden feeling, especially within Snake. He hated the feeling. He usually went day in, day out without having a single emotional care or whim within the world. The biggest blip on his radar was momentary annoyance or disappointment. Anger, sorrow, passion—these were things far beyond his scope. It seemed to burn him, caustic to him. This only sped his retreat. When he had put around fifty feet between him and the lilac-eyed aggressor, he did turn his back, though—his anger, and the fear and hatred of that anger had become too much for him—and he began to run back to Inferni, following his own scent trail, along the same way he had come.
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Snake's getaway is good. :] And I figured I could toss one last post up here, even though I'm crazy late. >:
Dante continued his sinister stare while the coyote boy made his retreat. The boy quickened his pace, and not a moment later he felt safe enough to turn his back and full out run, going back to whatever little safe haven he had. There was still that little itch in the back of Andante’s mind, telling him to give chase. The little bugger was getting off scot-free after coming over and bothering him with his idiotic staring. But Dante quelled the urge, feeling himself relax more and more as the coyote’s figure receded. There was no point in giving chase right now; it would only prolong the annoyance. As the coyote disappeared out of view, Dante let loose a short, barking laugh. The boy was certainly a little coward. The doggish male shook his head, still grinning, before turning back and venturing deeper into the campus. Now that he had doffed that that little annoyance, he could get back to his destructive and mind-numbing business.
OH, TO BREATHE IN FIRE, AND KNOW I'M FREE
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