Redhawk Caldera I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

hope you don't mind this creeper!

There was an air of mystery this day-- oh, how it hung between the planes of his mortality and the torrents of his emotions. It tugged at something deep within him, something which had dissolved into an impish voice in the farthest tresses of his brain. Was it, childishness? The innocent desire for play and comfort, for something quiet and utterly his? His toes spread upon the mushy earth below, claws drawing water from its surface as he moved, slowly, and without purpose. The air was humid yet the day had sucked the life from it, stealing the heat it required to choke nostrils and throat. There was something extremely eerie which played with the borders of his mind. What a strange man he had become now, his history pleading something savage from his person, and yet here he was, an entirely different entity. Perhaps he had matured, or perhaps he had lost his edge, his passion? An inkling of irritation played with the beat of his darkened heart and he quickly concluded that this was not so, that his passion was an inferno to only grow, never burn out. There would always be something to feed upon, and he would find it. He would thirst for it all his life, and the work would bring him a purpose. 

He strolled easily through this land, one which he had strayed relatively far to come upon. He did not live here, not that he minded. That made everything all the more interest. Snake was pulled from his thoughts, suddenly. A pause, and angular head raised to the sky, nose pointed upwards towards the heavens, despite the fact that this man truly belonged down below. There was a scent upon the breeze which caught his attention and he followed it simply out of curiosity. The dark wolf was nearly hungry for some kind of action to take place. And oh how that hunger would be filled.

It seemed a darling little wolf had gotten herself into trouble with smaller canine, most likely a coyote, if Snake's eyes deemed correct. What fun this would be! 

"Would you like sssome help, darling?"  Playful voice came from the deepest caverns of his rib cage, thundering upwards through his throat and splaying forth like a sheet of ice. Monstrous body at first was hidden within the shadows, two emerald prisms dancing within the darkness in cheshire wonder; after a few moments he stepped into the open with a vigorous shake of his pelt. An eerie excitement clutched the massive beast's gut as he stepped ever closer. Black lips parted to reveal ivory fangs in a toothy, crooked smile, green eyes wide with a wicked, crazed gleam. Deciding he was close enough, Snake simply lowered his large body to sit and watch the young girl struggle with the coyote, his intentions, for now, unknown. "You look like you're having quite ssssome fun!" he called out, tone lilting and quite mocking, considering the situation.