Set in Lunenberg, sorry for rambling and stuff! Please don't join if you're not actually going to be replying or if you have a tendency to 'forget' about threads. .____. 1000+ words.
#####Standing in the old human town, Vigilante stared at the small house in front of him. He had spent a couple of weeks searching through the old town until he found the perfect old house. It was quaint, a faded sea-green color, and it seemed to be in decent condition. Considering he had been planning to build a house up from scratch, he was glad to know that places like this one did exist. It was already furnished, too, which was nice. He would try sleeping in a bed, and it would be a new experience, but it would be nice, regardless. The bed in the main bedroom was even very large, and he was pleased with the rest of the furnishings. Some things, such as the strange black box with a screen in front of the couch, would not stay in the house, or he would just put it in one of the unsued rooms. There was even a kitchen, and from what he knew, it couldn't be that hard to cook, could it? He could learn, anyway, so that he could have the skill.
#####There was a pile of things by his feet that he wanted to move into the house, and he was hoping he could learn to work with this substance - Metal, Heath had confirmed - and then he could make things that would be useful to those around him. Just as he had told Heath, he had gone to the stables and picked up as much of the scrap metal and the tools that seemed like they would be useful, and now they were waiting to be moved into his new house. The water crashed behind him, and though the ocean was a new thing for him, he found the sound almost relaxing. The sun was behind him, fading away into the nothingness that it would soon become, but that did not bother him, and neither did the cooling air. His long and thick dog fur would keep him warm throughout the entire winter; he wasn't worried about that.
#####More important than the house, or the tools, or the ocean was the large horse standing behind him impatiently. Feeling the hard, velvety nudge against his shoulder, Vigilante turned around to stare at the magnificent beast. When he had gone to the stables, he had not been planning to look at the horses, as he had done once in the company of a female whose name he did not know. His plan had been to only find the scraps of metal and the tools, but he had been found by a horse instead, and he didn't know how to make him not follow him, once Vigilante had let him out of the pen. The dark bay stallion was full grown, it seemed, but the man could not determine an actual age. Something about him must have drawn the horse to liking him, since he hadn't been able to shake him since finding him.
#####By now, Vigilante was willing to accept that the horse had chosen him and that he would need to learn to work with him. But first, where to put him? There didn't seem to be much room inside the house for the stallion, but he did not want the horse to be running around wildly. If that were the case, it would have been better to leave him at the stables. "It's time to stop calling you The Horse,"
#####The door to the house was not locked, though if it had been, time would have rusted away the unused object. Though he did not know what to do with the horse yet, Vigilante did know that he wanted to put his metal pieces and tools inside, so he did that quickly, leaving them right near the door to be dealt with later. After shutting the door, he moved in the direction of the area behind the house, hoping it might yield some answers about what to do with Nádherné, and thankfully, it did. There was a shed behind the house, and though it looked a sorry sight, he knew he could fix it up. It was larger than one would expect, so he supposed that he could put Nádherné in there comfortably for the time being, until he built a bigger enclosure for him. It was nearly empty, too, which was nice, except for a strange assortment of tools. Some looked useful, while others seemed like a waste of space, and still some others looked dangerous. While his new companion watched him warily, the dog hybrid set to work on removing everything from the shed, putting everything in a mish mash of rusted objects a few feet away.
#####When he was finished, Vigilante stayed on his knees while Nádherné lowered his face to the luperci's. This close, Vigilante was nervous to make any sudden movements (the horse was significantly larger than him, as he had expected), but he hoped to eventually have the kind of relationship with Nádherné that the riders in the race had obviously had with their horses. "What do you say, good sir, just for the night? I'm certain I will be able to build something more fitting soon," he added, trying to compromise with the beast, though he had no idea if the horse could even understand what it was that he was saying. It was possible he didn't. Horses and luperci likely spoke very different languages, considering he couldn't quite understand the horse, either. Standing, he motioned into the open doorway of the large shed, and surprisingly, the horse acknowledged this with a nod and entered without too much hesitation. Proud, Vigilante worked the glass window out of the door and closed it, giving an opening about the size of the horse's head for him to see from and, if he chose to, put his head through. "There."