11-28-2009, 10:34 PM
He was walking home. It was late, but he didn't seem to mind. The sun was setting in a vast array of colours, a citrus rainbow spreading across the sky. He looked up, gazing across the natural canvas, his dark eyes slowly shifting left to right. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his long, black coat, he continued on his way. It was that certain day, the one that he had been avoiding all day. No doubt, as soon as he would step through the front door, his doting father would lavish him with praise and gifts that he wouldn't care for. It was the same situation year after year after year. His footsteps echoed across the cobblestone streets, the houses and closing shops looming around him, their shadows stretching across towards him, as the sun sank lower in to the horizon. A slight breeze blew by him, and tousled his long, black hair around his face and shoulders. Quickly brushing it back, he dismissed the cold the wind brought on, and continued. He was handsome, and caught in between the stage of "boy" and "man." Long black hair defined him, and made him easily recognizable. It was as sleek as his personality. He could be thought as "cold" or "distant," but there was more to him. He knew what happiness was, and ignored the fact that people tended to avoid contact with him, despite his physical beauty. His bright blue eyes contrasted greatly with the black hair and pale skin, and pierced through the darkness of the night.
Across the street, he noticed a pair of figures. One was human, the other...not so much. The smaller, inhuman figure was one of them. They were a breed different than any other. They were fabricated by humanity as a companion of sorts. They were created by scientifically injecting animal DNA with a human embryo, creating a hybrid. Though having the basic, physical anatomy of a human, the usually possessed many animal-like attributes as well. Ears, tails, fangs, incredible senses of sight, smell, and hearing. Humans have always wondered what animals could think, and have fantasized that they could truly interact with them. Well, now that dream was a reality. However, they were not created to simply coexist with humans, they were designed as the ideal pet. The man across the street kept the animal-like female with him, bound with a long, leather leash. The two were happy and smiling, and the girl's short tail wagged back and forth. That man must be someone of importance, he thought to himself. These creatures are extremely difficult to create, and therefore, equally as expensive.
He finally reached his home, which was decent in size and relatively modest. He walked up the steps to his front door, and hesitated before entering. Inhaling deeply, and preparing for the worst, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. It was dark. Odd, he thought. Usually his father was home, especially this time of night. He placed his hands up against one of the walls, and felt his way around for the light switch. Upon finding it, he turned on the lights.
"Surprise!!! Happy birthday, Amaar!!"
The one named Amaar leaped up into the air, and supported himself against the wall, eyes wide. "Christ...was that really necessary, Roger?" The middle-aged man called Roger laughed heartily. "Come, now, Amaar! It's a big day for you! Nineteen years old, who would have thought? The years fly by," he said, a large grin on his face. "You know I hate surprises," grumbled Amaar, recovering from the shock. His father waved him off. "Oh, please. Your mother never let me though a surprise party, despite the fact that I always wanted to throw one for my son. I figured this was the year to do it." Roger gave himself a nod of self-approval. The black-haired youth sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "You really shouldn't have..."
"Oh, wait," Roger said, with a sense of anticipation, "I have something for you. I know that you're used to many presents, but I thought that this year, I would get something special. It's in the other room. Go check it out." The grin on the man's face grew even more broad, if possible. Amaar exhaled, irritated, and not caring about presents and walked into the next room to find something that he had never expected.
"What...?"
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