a shot in the dark

Jackson Acidic · 06-05-2011, 07:11 PM

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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?

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Helios D'Angelo · 06-05-2011, 08:06 PM

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Jackson's step-uncle is no bueno with kids, so forgive his slight awkwardness. Tongue 405

The D'Angelo kept to himself in the den Naniko assigned him since his arrival. While the Zepar ventured out to Halifax by means of a map Naniko provided him with to obtain some decor and personality for his den, other than that Helios only knew the route that led from his den to the closest exit. He was more focused on settling into his new underground abode than fully exploring all of the other outlying dens there were, just because Helios wanted to make himself feel comfortable in his own space before venturing out into someone else's. As soon as Helios hauled back some items to fit the decor of his den accordingly (mainly ruined pictures of art, interesting objects, books, statues, and some other miscellaneous things), only then would he feel comfortable enough to journey into the residence of the pack underground.

Passing like a dark poltergeist through the shadows of the caverns, Helios was on his way up and out to the surface and fresh air before the particularly strong scent of horses eluded his senses. For creatures as big as horses were, the scent baffled him as to why it would be down in these caverns when they were typically seen roaming and grazing in wide plains on the outside. Questionable whether or not the smell was a good or bad sign, Helios' curiosity led him to the tunnel where it would lead him into the area where Anathema kept their equines underground. Helios thought he seen some oddities in his day, but a stable underground?

For the few equines Anathema possessed, the ones here appeared to be content enough without the outside. Before one of them was a young boy, two-toned in black and white, and Helios walked in on the tail end of his question to one of them as he asked what that particular horse was doing. Seeing as how there was no ready response to be had, Helios kept silent before strutting into the room halfway. Keeping a comfortable distance between the boy and himself, jade eyes observed the count of horses in the dim den. "What are they doing down here is a better question…" Helios suddenly spoke, his question addressing both wonderment and the young boy before him. His gaze lingered upon the horses before falling slightly upon him. There was something strangely familiar about the boy's physique, even though Helios had never seen him before.

Jackson Acidic · 06-07-2011, 11:46 PM

Hehe. :] Thanks for joining!

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Jackson himself could hardly understand what the horses were doing down here in the stables, either. The youth had it in his mind that there were two categories of non-canine creatures to be found—bigger, stronger predators to be avoided, like an angry grizzly, or prey animals to hunt and sacrifice to the gods. But judging from the way the other Anathema members treated the equines, they didn’t seem to fit into either of his neat little categories. The others befriended them, raised them, and did not kill them. The boy could not quite wrap his head around why.

The creature before him seemed intent on remaining frustratingly silent. The youth was nearly ready to give up and head on outside when suddenly a voice was heard behind him. He turned his head to see an unfamiliar man standing a short distance behind him. He turned back to the horse to find himself suddenly face to face with it, the stallion having lowered his head for a closer look at the boy. The hybrid nearly leapt in surprise. “Jeez!” he cried, scuttling backwards quickly. The stallion seemed to lose interest in him now that he’d moved away, turning to trot over to one of the other horses, much to Jackson’s relief.

The monochrome youth turned and moved to stand beside the stranger, blue eyes regarding the idle horses warily. He shook his head, moving his gaze up toward the stranger. One of many unfamiliar faces within the ranks of Anathema to the boy who spent much of his time simply in the company of his father and sister. “They’re weird,” he commented solemnly. “I don’t get why we keep them, here or outside.” Maybe his older, dark-furred pack mate had more knowledge regarding the purpose of keeping the creatures at all, however confused at their presence in the caves he may be.

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