It started off like any other day. Wake up, go to work, work too late because too much is left to do, and walk home among the streetlights. A routine he’d patented and repeated for what felt like ages, though the traffic he strode through had lessened over the years as the town around him faded into grey. Family and friends had come and gone with the seasons, until only the most distant stars remained burning. Nowadays there was no one else who lived out this way, only one house still standing aglow with life at the block’s end, the one willed to him alone.
The cold autumn air coursed through his hoodie as he once again made his way home in silence. It was easy enough to navigate by memory anymore, and the scraps of trash danced past his boots, reminding him of the days where he had actually tried to keep the area clean, even if he was alone. So the sight of an abandoned box along his path did not surprise him as he brushed past t. Though to suddenly hear it stir behind him was not expected.
At first, he would have simply dismissed it as the wind catching up to his wake. But when it shuffled again, he knew something was off. So he went back to investigate. And what he found inside brought all rational thought in his mind to a careening halt.
Inside lay a bundle wrapped in bright violet hue and topped from head to tail in streaks of blue and indigo. It was small, no longer than two hands, and probably just as tall from ear-tip to hoof. It was snuggled tightly around itself to fight the cold as best it could. And as if this little equine-shaped adorableness wasn’t strange enough in color, its bangs parted to revel the hub of a horn atop its brow. Though it seemed to realize someone was observing it, and two large purple eyes fluttered open. Quickly, it noticed that it had company and gave him a wide-eyed look of confusion and anxiety, slinking back into the corner of the box.
“Ummm…it’s okay. There’s nothing to be worried about.”
His voice did little to soothe its fear, but the shivering it was doing out in the open made up his mind for him. Removing his hoodie, he covered what he could only assume was a young female filly of some kind. At first, she struggled against the sudden movement, twisting and bucking against the levitation. But soon, the warmth was too appealing and she stopped resisting, opting to twist into a comfortable cradle and fall back asleep.
He had no idea what he was going to do with her once they got home, as his place was not really ready for a dog, let alone something destined to be bigger and much more fantastic. But something in his heart could not let one so lost and helpless be alone. Maybe once they were both home, warmed and fed, they could pursue answers.
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