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Micah's fascination for animals followed in the direct footsteps of both his father and the hippies back in Juniper Peace, though it was much to dismay to realize it. How passionately he wished to sever all connections with that horrendous, redfaced creature of the dark and the disbelieving fools that hadn't seen the truth in he like Micah had!... but he could not separate himself from they, no, for he was too much a coward to do any such thing. They'd tried to shove leaves and tobacco down his throat, drown him in alcohol before he was of an age to handle it, pair him with women and men and creatures that were neither even before the boy knew what hung between his legs even were! How he hated them, the peace-loving demons of Juniper Peace, and yet he knew himself to be a product of them nonetheless. Like they, Micah did not know war nor bloodthirst (with the exception of Razekiel, of course), but unlike they he did not simply ignore their existence; the Junipers had masked their pacifism with song and dance and drugs, while Micah's version of pacifism was only cowering in fear and trembling worse than an earthquake.
And even though he loved the animals like the Junipers, he was no less a coward in their presence.
At times, many times, the Immaginazione would sneak to the pack's stables and barns and look at them from afar, where he was safe, where his thin and frail and shaking form could not be trampled into the dirt and left to rot amongst the worms. On this day, he encountered a small flock of sheep while en route to town; naturally, Micah hid and watched the cottonballs graze for some time, climbing into a tree out of fear they'd get too close carrying whatever disease it was sheep carried. For a long while the Immaginazione watched from his hiding place, too afraid to move, too panicked to make a sound. When one curious sheep found him, leaned his forehooves against the trunk and baaahed up at him, the salt-and-pepper boy was so illogically startled that he lost his balance and toppled quite unceremoniously out of the tree in a flurry of cracking branches and flying leaves. Landing on his back after the short fall, the boy oomphed audibly and lay there a moment, dazed. The sheep circled and attempted next to eat his hair, and thus began a painful game of tug-and-war between stubborn sheep and pathetic, whining Micah.
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