A meeting? But you're supposed to be dead!

[animu_nerd]

Who: Otacon, Sniper Wolf
What: "Aren't you dead AHHHHH"
Where: Outside. In the snow.
When: Wednesday 9th
Warnings: Dead people coming back to life and the usual Metal Gear emoing.

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The snow hid many things in anticipation of spring. Sleeping buds, waiting for their season to come, had already begun stirring in Feburary's frost. Slowly, things were waking up from the snow. And somewhere, a spark of consciousness was blooming as well.

She couldn't tell how long she had been lying there. Time passed as though in dreaming, until the night itself expelled her away from the peace of the dead.

The warmer her body became, the colder she felt in contrast to the stark chill of snow. She was no longer numb, bleeding out the last of herself into the ground in acceptance to death. It occurred to her now, sensing her chest rising and falling, fighting the ache that accompanied her breaths, and feeling the winter's air stab at her skin, and instinctively clutching the extension of her self that she called her gun... suddenly, Sniper Wolf had something to lose again. She was alive.

Every limb felt stiff, as though they had worn out from years of unuse. It would've been all to easy to simply close her eyes again and wait for this cruel dream to be over, but that thought was interrupted by a familiar, and faraway sound. Barking?

Wolf forced herself to remove the hankerchief from her face, noting the bloodstains from where it had lay. The cold had kept it fresh - even the splatters on her face and coat were not yet dried. That much had stayed the same from her memories.

The forest, not so much. The trees and the skies of Shadow Moses had imprinted themselves into her mind as the last thing she saw before death. This layout was very different. Not even the same conifers. The snowfall had stopped. Everything felt so similar, but changed. Was this truly some sort of afterlife?

Wolf's contemplations were interrupted by the source of the barking, quickly approaching - and she allowed herself a faint smile. The wolfdogs... briefly, she put aside her questioning to bask in their affection again, stroking their muzzles with her free hand. She didn't need words to communicate her bond to them. She didn't notice a certain straggler that had been dragged along, either.