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The curious youth had often observed the long-legged creatures that his pack mates maintained from afar. He had never been sure what to feel about the horses. When he was younger they had towered over him. The hybrid had always imagined that they would not realize that he was walking about below them, fearing that they would unknowingly stomp over him with their powerful hooves. The youth was much bigger now, but part of the anxiety still remained. He still didn’t know what to think of the odd creatures, though he no longer held onto that fear of being trampled. The monochrome hybrid often saw other members tending to them, but they were always in their two-legged form, something that was still frustratingly beyond his ability.
Jackson passed through familiar tunnels with ease, intending to make his way out of the caverns through one of their large, main exit. Nearing this particular exit, however, brought him through the large cave that often sheltered the pack’s horses. Normally the boy would be happy to discover that the creatures had all been moved outside, or else he would ignore them completely and move on outside as quickly as he could. Today the hybrid boy’s easy gait faltered and he came to a halt along the edge of the cavern. Blue eyes silently studied the few equine residents of Anathema that were gathered before him. A few of them meandered about, one morosely munching on something.
After a few moments the youth worked up the courage to approach them, making his way toward a stallion who was scuffing his hoof against the dirt floor every so often. “Hey,” he called, and after a beat, “What’re you doing?” he asked. He received an impassive glance from the creature in response. Jackson frowned. Could these things even understand him?