YOU'LL COME BACK [DAMIAN] [C] Feb 27, 2014 0:11:04 GMT -5
Post by Duke on Feb 27, 2014 0:11:04 GMT -5
It was unusual to find Duke so far from home – or what he now called home – in the Bellator meadowlands. Then again, things were gradually becoming stranger and stranger for the Gypsy Vanner. Since the horse had discovered his strange abilities everything had become just a little less surprising. The Menagerie was a shock in itself but since being there for a number of years, he had learnt to cope with it all. The Bellator had been a comfort to him for a long time and for that he was grateful. Things were bound to start getting worse though, and indeed they did.
Both mild curiosity and a slight embarrassment led the stallion away from the retromorph territory and into the dwellings of the rings. Mostly he would have been found in neutral territory but it seemed as though everywhere had been taken over by the Fulsi recently. He had heard that even the Fallen had lost some of their lands for a while. The FulsiRing were known for their hunger in regards to land and power, but Duke was yet to run into any of their kind. His quiet and reclusive nature had resulted in his only really knowing other Bellator. There was a small number of creatures other than his own kind that he had met on previous travels – it was hard to avoid such meetings – but he had not seen any since.
Duke remained in his human form as he crossed through the gate and into the farms. Not being a Fulsi himself, he was unaware of the rumours that circulated the area. Of course, even if he had known about its haunted status, it would not have prevented him entering. His human mane swayed in the autumn wind but somehow stayed out of his light coloured eyes. The sun had already started to duck behind the skyline, but the orange and pink of sunset still streaked the skies and illuminated the farms.
Picking his way through the crumbling tombstones, Duke found his way to the grassier area of the farm. Once there, he found a spot by a tree and sat down, leaning back against it. His hands moved to the back of his head for support and he crossed one ankle over the other. Whilst his human form had once confused him, he was more than comfortable in it now. Since his last visit to the Keepers’ labs, Duke was rarely found in his natural form. He cursed them silently for what they did to him, before finally taking a deep breath and looking out over the horizon, watching the sun dip further and further away.
Slowly drifting off, Duke was gradually becoming less aware of his surroundings. The sun continued to fall and darkness gradually took over across the farm. The retromorph was startled awake however by the sound of what he thought was one tombstone falling onto another. It was likely to have happened given the condition of many of the headstones in the cemetery. However, Duke doubted that it could simply have been wind that caused the fall. Green eyes peered around and he slowly rose, still leaning against the tree. His fists clenched, as he peered around in the half-light.
“Hey, who’s there?” He called out, his Irish accent slightly tainting the words. His eyes continued to dart along the rows of headstones, whilst he prepared himself for a possible fight. All he had wanted was a peaceful night but it seemed fate was still against him.