Snake

Click, clack, click, clack. The air tastes off, the world almost feels numb. Click, clack, click, clack. This wasn't right, this all wasn't right. Clack, click clack. This slippery slide felt off. 

Wolf had no real loyalty to Lynx, there was a reason he was placed at the edge of the table. Wildly Snake meant something, he was always there, if silent. Not just that but he's the kinda guy that if you ask something of him, he will put down all his plans just to do it. One might call him reliable, maybe dependable. He had nothing to hide, what you see is what you got. But even then he was empty, like a puppet. Ever there but never there. 

. . . .

Back when Wolf entered the group. 

Snake would spend long days painting figures on his canvases. All of them uncanny, with missing faces, in loving almost caring positions. From the baby's perspective, being held in their mothers arms. Beautifully done streams and meteors with a humble family sitting before a grand oak. It's branches flowing aloft in the wind. Some of his paintings had a woman, she was always wearing the same clothes. She would dance in the streets, eat delicious desserts.

But when Wolf asked about these works of arts, all Snake ever responded with is his hisss of not knowing. 

If there was more to him it took being best friends to figure that out. But Wolf did pick up a few things or two. Snake was from the deep country, a place outdated and cruel, who consider themselves a free state from America. Monsters apparently ripped the place to shreds during a black night. Sending Snake to Last honor half dead either by the trip or what came before. Lynx apparently saved his life. 

Lynx was the only other person Snake painted.

. . . .

If anyone would be sad at the death of Lynx it would be him, but that begs the question. Why did he run? For a moment it clicked. 

"Just a little bit of heresy, one might call it Devil magic." The words of Lynx.

He was probably fearful, or Lynx may have ordered him away. That still doesn't answer the question, why and how did he tell Wolf to come to this place.

Click, clack, click. 

A man in a stunning hat stood in the open room, the same way Lynx did hours before. 

A silver haired woman appeared from his shadow. 

"Would this be Wolf?" She asked.

Snake nodded.

"Who is she?" Wolf asked.

"A friend." She responded.

"And why did you ask me to come, Snake?"

"I need to know something?" Snake's raspy voice crooked out.

Wolf froze; he knew better than to open his mouth or even just give Snake the twitch of an eye.

Snake began to laugh, like that of a hyena or that of chincha. Creepy inhuman.

"I swear Wolf you were always my favorite, just look at you so quick to react. I believe this is the perfect opportunity for the both of us."

"Lynx Is dead." A swift statement said to the room.

"I know, and don't think avoiding my question would be that easy. Now is not the time. I have a plan bigger than Lynx, Bigger than this." He grabbed the silver haired girl and kissed her. "I'm gonna be King. Join me. I have ties with the Japanese government, It's all gonna play out smoothly." 

Wolf almost forgot, but Snake was sitting at the end of the table with him.