[ There's been an odd, blurry shape picked up by the search snakes. Shadowman has been careful not to be caught - he is always careful - but any Snakeman is a master hunter, and he expects no less from this one. Sooner or later, the watching crimson optics would catch him.
It's greatly within his interests to make sure he makes this alternate hunter's aquaintance before then.
So a search snake's own shadow sneaks up behind it, a hand darting out to cover the extension's optics and another to keep it from biting him. He will apologize for it later; he is sure the other Wily number will understand Shadow's inclination for secrets. Instead, he merely follows its tugging, its drive to return home.
He already knew where Snake lived. This was simply a warning he was coming.
The knock is polite when it comes, and carefully - petting at the search snake's jaw - he lets it see where it is at last. Nearly home, little thing. ]
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It's greatly within his interests to make sure he makes this alternate hunter's aquaintance before then.
So a search snake's own shadow sneaks up behind it, a hand darting out to cover the extension's optics and another to keep it from biting him. He will apologize for it later; he is sure the other Wily number will understand Shadow's inclination for secrets. Instead, he merely follows its tugging, its drive to return home.
He already knew where Snake lived. This was simply a warning he was coming.
The knock is polite when it comes, and carefully - petting at the search snake's jaw - he lets it see where it is at last. Nearly home, little thing. ]