BAD
He comes of age in darkness.
Not that it had been a sudden thing – he was not a child for one moment and the next, a man – but when the eclipse settles over the world, when the air is filled with strange, unearthly cries, something of Bad seems to snap into place. He feels ready, although he does not know what for.
He shifts into his hellhound form. It is more suited for moving in such darkness, his senses enhanced in this form, guiding him easily through the forest. He pauses once or twice to some of the horses move, their cautious steps. He does not know what happened, what triggered this event, nor does he care. It is not until he has traveled some distance that it occurs to him he should have checked on his father, who has no such protections as Bad does. But the thought of turning back now is tiresome, and besides, Garbage should be able to fend for himself – he’ll have to do so soon enough, and besides, their relationship is increasingly strained.
Bad stops in the thick of the woods, shifts back begrudgingly to his equine form. Even the galaxy colors on his legs and belly are barely discernable here, he is mostly a mess of darkness save for the orange eyes peering out. But he smiles still, lips curved in the darkness, because things are happening and Bad thinks they might be things he will enjoy very indeed.
does the dark feel warmer than the light, now?
@[abandon]