Arcturus
December 29th, 15:36 UTC
Early in the morning, right when the sun peaked at its highest. A string of horses was labored to pull a train over the hills and through the valleys of Arcturus, a neighboring town of Pollux. None of the stallions were allowed to take a break, not even a sip of water. They had to work, had to finish their job. Mason was exhausted, just like the rest of the workers. His light brown fur, was burning from the scorching heat as he helped pull the train, his coat having more of a golden tone from how bright the sun shone. He needed a break, they all did. Mason started to close his eyes slowly, letting his body drop numbly to the ground. His body changed from a mustang to an young man. Everyone working seem to pause in their action.
“Alright, boys,” the chief shouted. “We’re going to take a break! 5 minutes only, you bums!”
A couple of supervising workers picked up Mason, dragging his body on the muddy ground. Mason did his best not to move, forcing his body to become limp. The chief looked at this 25-year-old, unamused.
“You can drop Number 34 right here, boys,” Chief demanded. “It was nothing but a fraud.”
The men nodded their head obediently and let go of Mason’s body. Then, walked over to their boss, standing like loyal hounds...which they actually were. Mason groaned from getting caught and started to get up from the ground, dusting dirt off his already messy clothing. He looked at his boss, irritation written on his face.
“Number 34, I had enough of your shenanigans. Always making trouble everywhere you go.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have to pull such an act if you would give us a break from time to time!”
“Back-talking, Holt?” The chief’s eyebrow furrowed. “You don’t have the authority to even speak to me.”
“Like I care! You only call the shots because your daddy told you too! You’re the fraud here!”
The chief roared with anger, his body shifting to a gorilla. He pounds at the ground in fury, his black eyes glaring daggers at his laborer. Mason rolled his eyes at Chief’s temper.
“Here we go again,” the young man muttered under his breath, stepping forward while the chief rushed towards him.
“I had enough of you, street rat,” the elder man spoke harshly, their faces inches away. “I gave you a dussin’ of chances to clean up your foolish act. Now my patience has finally ran out. Time for you to leave.”
“Your loss,” Mason smirked. “Who are you going to whip for 15 hours now?”
Then, he turned his back to head home, feeling the hot glare of his former chieftain. On the long, lonely walk back, he slowly started to regret his course of actions. Fear consumed his mind.
“Elle is going to kill me…”
Pollux
December 29th, 20:42 UTC
Eleanor and Harrison listened to every detail that dropped from Mason’s lips. He was nervous explaining it, slowly talking. His hands ran through his brown hair.
“Harry, can you go upstairs. Please,” Eleanor more like ordered.
Her emotions were scattered all over the place. She started to clench her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white. Harrison hesitated to move. He wasn’t ready to hear an argument not after today, but he did have the right to listen about his family’s situation.
“Elle let’s talk abou-”
“Harrison! Go up stairs right now!” Eleanor’s chocolate eyes didn’t leave Mason’s figure once.
Harrison reluctantly walked away from the conflict, he turned a corner towards the staircase. He sat on the step, making sure the wall blocked his siblings point of view.
“Mason, you are unbelievable,” Eleanor placed her hand on her hips as she started tapping her feet in the ground, looking like a mother scolding a child. “Doing something as immature like that! What were you thinking, oh wait, you weren’t!”
“What did you want me to do, Elle?!” His hands moving as he spoke. “They were trying to break me! They always try to break me!”
“Then, try harder Mason! Don’t let them get in you head!”
“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you try to get a job?!”
“You know nobody would want someone like me! Not in my condition!”
Their voices started to overlap each other. Echos of their shouts started to bounce on the walls. Harrison on the steps had his head in his hands. His body trembles on the steps, nothing coming out of his mouth but quiet sobs.
“Look, Elle,” Mason started to rub his temples, eyebrows furrowing. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Elle sighed, “I know, I know… I just… I just wished it was later.”
It was quiet for a moment. The silence was broken by Harrison’s muffled sniffles. Mason swiveled his head towards the wall blocking the staircase, then looking at Eleanor. He nod his head implying that Harrison was there. Eleanor’s eye sadden as she went towards the staircase, finding her little brother. Harrison felt her presence in front of her, yet was scared to look up not trying to cry again. She next to him, hugging him on the side.
“Everything will be alright, Harry. Don’t worry about it.”
Mason makes his way over, kneeling in front of the youngest. His hands reaching over, ruffling the young boy’s hair.
“We’ll figure something out. We always do,” Mason had a playful tone, trying to lighten the mood.
Mason stood up straight, I clapped his hands together with a grin on his face, “How about we eat some of Elle’s stew? I’m famished.”
Stay tune for the Beast Within: PART 3!
December 29th, 15:36 UTC
Early in the morning, right when the sun peaked at its highest. A string of horses was labored to pull a train over the hills and through the valleys of Arcturus, a neighboring town of Pollux. None of the stallions were allowed to take a break, not even a sip of water. They had to work, had to finish their job. Mason was exhausted, just like the rest of the workers. His light brown fur, was burning from the scorching heat as he helped pull the train, his coat having more of a golden tone from how bright the sun shone. He needed a break, they all did. Mason started to close his eyes slowly, letting his body drop numbly to the ground. His body changed from a mustang to an young man. Everyone working seem to pause in their action.
“Alright, boys,” the chief shouted. “We’re going to take a break! 5 minutes only, you bums!”
A couple of supervising workers picked up Mason, dragging his body on the muddy ground. Mason did his best not to move, forcing his body to become limp. The chief looked at this 25-year-old, unamused.
“You can drop Number 34 right here, boys,” Chief demanded. “It was nothing but a fraud.”
The men nodded their head obediently and let go of Mason’s body. Then, walked over to their boss, standing like loyal hounds...which they actually were. Mason groaned from getting caught and started to get up from the ground, dusting dirt off his already messy clothing. He looked at his boss, irritation written on his face.
“Number 34, I had enough of your shenanigans. Always making trouble everywhere you go.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have to pull such an act if you would give us a break from time to time!”
“Back-talking, Holt?” The chief’s eyebrow furrowed. “You don’t have the authority to even speak to me.”
“Like I care! You only call the shots because your daddy told you too! You’re the fraud here!”
The chief roared with anger, his body shifting to a gorilla. He pounds at the ground in fury, his black eyes glaring daggers at his laborer. Mason rolled his eyes at Chief’s temper.
“Here we go again,” the young man muttered under his breath, stepping forward while the chief rushed towards him.
“I had enough of you, street rat,” the elder man spoke harshly, their faces inches away. “I gave you a dussin’ of chances to clean up your foolish act. Now my patience has finally ran out. Time for you to leave.”
“Your loss,” Mason smirked. “Who are you going to whip for 15 hours now?”
Then, he turned his back to head home, feeling the hot glare of his former chieftain. On the long, lonely walk back, he slowly started to regret his course of actions. Fear consumed his mind.
“Elle is going to kill me…”
Pollux
December 29th, 20:42 UTC
Eleanor and Harrison listened to every detail that dropped from Mason’s lips. He was nervous explaining it, slowly talking. His hands ran through his brown hair.
“Harry, can you go upstairs. Please,” Eleanor more like ordered.
Her emotions were scattered all over the place. She started to clench her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white. Harrison hesitated to move. He wasn’t ready to hear an argument not after today, but he did have the right to listen about his family’s situation.
“Elle let’s talk abou-”
“Harrison! Go up stairs right now!” Eleanor’s chocolate eyes didn’t leave Mason’s figure once.
Harrison reluctantly walked away from the conflict, he turned a corner towards the staircase. He sat on the step, making sure the wall blocked his siblings point of view.
“Mason, you are unbelievable,” Eleanor placed her hand on her hips as she started tapping her feet in the ground, looking like a mother scolding a child. “Doing something as immature like that! What were you thinking, oh wait, you weren’t!”
“What did you want me to do, Elle?!” His hands moving as he spoke. “They were trying to break me! They always try to break me!”
“Then, try harder Mason! Don’t let them get in you head!”
“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you try to get a job?!”
“You know nobody would want someone like me! Not in my condition!”
Their voices started to overlap each other. Echos of their shouts started to bounce on the walls. Harrison on the steps had his head in his hands. His body trembles on the steps, nothing coming out of his mouth but quiet sobs.
“Look, Elle,” Mason started to rub his temples, eyebrows furrowing. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Elle sighed, “I know, I know… I just… I just wished it was later.”
It was quiet for a moment. The silence was broken by Harrison’s muffled sniffles. Mason swiveled his head towards the wall blocking the staircase, then looking at Eleanor. He nod his head implying that Harrison was there. Eleanor’s eye sadden as she went towards the staircase, finding her little brother. Harrison felt her presence in front of her, yet was scared to look up not trying to cry again. She next to him, hugging him on the side.
“Everything will be alright, Harry. Don’t worry about it.”
Mason makes his way over, kneeling in front of the youngest. His hands reaching over, ruffling the young boy’s hair.
“We’ll figure something out. We always do,” Mason had a playful tone, trying to lighten the mood.
Mason stood up straight, I clapped his hands together with a grin on his face, “How about we eat some of Elle’s stew? I’m famished.”
Stay tune for the Beast Within: PART 3!