DANGER NOODLES / snakes

[michael t.]

Michael never really found himself thinking much about the rainforest that resided upon The Typhoon's territory. Of the different environments that the island possessed, the thief very much preferred his place of choice to be the sunny beach, where he could feel the sand beneath the pads of his feet and the sun bathing down upon his back. Sometimes it got to be a little too much, considering how his dark black pelt soaked in the sun and held it there to the point where he could get overheated, but he could always head inside his hut if need be. The rainforest where Roxie's cubs had been born was, by comparison, pretty damn grim. There was a bunch of mud everywhere, it seemed to be perpetually damp, and the sun could barely be seen through the thickly clustered trees and their broad, annoying leaves. The bobcat could appreciate that it had been a place where something amazing had happened, and he was very grateful for his new relatives, but he didn't really want to return to the place. So, he probably never would've been able to understand the fascination Trygve held for it. Michael could sort of understand wanting to do something just because you were told not to, but that didn't really seem to be the only reasoning at play.

Either way, Michael hadn't actually been present to witness Trygve going into the rainforest. No, rather, he had been at his home, taking care of his many little rat companions while the boy trudged around in the mud and over rocks. Eventually the fugitive decided he wanted some fresh air, and thought that Princess might've as well, considering how close she was getting to popping out her own little babies. She couldn't move that much anymore, and it wasn't as if the hut was the most comfortable place, even with Michael making her a little bed of her own. So, the bobcat had lifted the plump rat up by the scruff of the neck, resting her between his shoulder blades before he headed out onto the beach. He was humming to himself as he padded along, figuring he'd give himself and Princess a nice little jog around. However, he was startled by the sight of Trygve on the beach. Not because of his mere presence, but because of the snake that he was holding close to him, as well as the blood crusted on his nose. Moving over slowly, Michael said with a little frown, "Jesus... Ry? Are you alright? Did that... did that thing bite you or somethin'? Do I need to get Rox?" Against his back, Princess squeaked and squirmed backward, the pregnant rat evidently not keen on being anywhere near a potentially dangerous serpent.

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]