It was a Saturday in the middle of an early spring afternoon. It was just another uneventful day, except that it was pleasantly warm and the sun was warming Kanon's buckskin back. He just was transported from Nevada with his mother from an animal hospital outside of Las Vegas and they tried to adjust to the different climate. Since it usually rained in Weltbild and he still missed his old herd mates, and there were bizarre species of horses inhabiting this island, Kanon found it quite a plight to be optimistic. His mother tried to encourage him to spend time with the other horses, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Brad was the leader of the herd which was one of three in Weltbild and also the largest, consisting of about 30 horses. His daughter, Grace, was to be next in line within the next three years, and although she was beautiful, she was too young and came across as too snobby for Kanon. Besides, he was a ragtag that came from nowhere and now he was on this bullshitty island where everybody knew everybody.
His mother seemed to adjust easier, for she spent time with the other mothers of horses his age, about 14 in horse years. Ibiza was the mother of twins, Tristan and Atticus, Citrus was the mother of Tess, Clarissa for Minerva, Macy for Drew, whose older siblings were Bram and Bancroft. Alek was the father of Megan, whose mother was in Levi's herd about three miles away. She was a snob and never really spent time with the others. Logan was a pegasus and his father and mother and sister spent time with the other adults. He didn't seem all too involved with the group of adolescents like Minerva. He spent more time with Natalie and Kabar and AJ, and they were often by the lake. It was interesting Logan would spend time with them, for they put off a more edgy, different vibe than him.
Kanon thought this over-he was edgy, for sure. And if his mother wanted him to make friends, then so be it. He couldn't help but find this Logan guy peculiar and even vastly interesting.
Raising his head from the green grass, Kanon trotted towards the lake. After getting a tour of the land from the awkward, bashful Travis with his mother, he, for once, felt grateful for learning the birds and the bees of this crappy place.
About ten minutes later, Kanon's dark, sunken eyes behind his wispy mane spotted a palomino paint, a dark brown stallion, a white horse with lime green hair and black skeleton markings and a pegasus with a longish, dark brown mane and tail.
Feeling surprisingly reluctant to emerge toward them, his ears pricked when he heard a holler.
It was the palomino paint. They all looked towards Kanon. "C'MERE!" She said, louder. Kanon looked behind him towards the forest and then ahead. "DON'T BE SHY!" The brown horse said. Kanon walked ahead bashfully, wondering if this was actually a good idea. But, it was too late now. He tried to devise an excuse for why he was at the lake, but he couldn't think of one, he was far too nervous to evaluate.
As soon as he was ten yards from the others, he noticed more elaborate details in all of them: The palomino paint, the only girl, had wild, wide, mint green eyes and a blue feather in her layered, cream mane. A pink bangle was on her foreleg and an earring of the same color was pierced in her ear. The brown stallion, who looked older than the others, had orange in his forelock and his eyes were also orange...strange. A large, brown blaze covered over half of his face and he had a crooked, friendly grin and the tips of his ears curved inwards.
The white horse with the bizarre black skeleton markings and the short, lime green mane had a terrified look in his dark brown eyes and pink scars scathed his timid face. Kanon could tell he was abused before.
The pegasus had a husky, shorter, somewhat stocky frame and light brown eyes that enlightened Kanon. He had a white muzzle and his right foreleg and the bottom of his left back leg were also white. The rest of the color on his feathered legs was a chocolate color as his face was. He was a Roman nose and the inside of his folded wings were also brown. His body was a dun color and his smile was brighter than the sun.
"He asked you a question."
The quartet all stared at him. The brown horse spoke again. "Logan asked you a question."
"What's your name?"
"Nice ta meet ya!" The paint said briskly. "I'm Natalie, that's AJ..."
"I'm Kabra." The brown horse declared, stepping forward half a foot.
"I'm Logan!" The pegasus said brightly, folding a wing over Kanon's back as he trod beside him. Kanon scowled and side-stepped. Logan folded his massive wing and jerked his head back.
"S-sorry." Stuttered Kanon, feeling hot. "I don't like being touched."
"Oh, um, it's okay."
"So," Natalie said, quickly changing the subject. "What brings you here?"
"I-uh. I just, wanted to get some water. I didn't know you'd be here, so...I'll just get a drink and I'll go."
Logan's eyes opened wider than before. "No, it's okay! It's really okay! You can stay!"
Kanon rolled his black eyes. "No, really. I should just stop being a dick and leave you guys alone." He walked towards the lake and took a long slug before he galloped back to the herd as fast as his gangly legs could carry him. He cursed to himself, the swerved left to the forest, the border between Brad's and Vertigo's herd. He harshly kicked a tree a couple of paces into the woods over and over, screaming at himself for being so stupid!
"You're a FUCK UP! You're a CUNT you goddamn son-of-a-bitch! You should of DIED out there! You SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN RESCUED YOU-"
Kanon looked up, and behind a bush stood Logan, the midday sun beaming through a tree and dotting his back. His eyes looked guilty and his ears were backwards with concern.
"Uhm. Hey, Logan."
"Are you okay?"
Kanon laughed and looked down and away. "Heh. No, not really."
Logan walked closer, cautiously, his neck bent low. "It's perfectly fine if you don't like being touched. I'm sorry, I'm an affectionate guy."
Kanon glanced at him. He found fillies and colts alike both attractive not long before him and his mother lost their herd in a storm, but he never had feelings for a colt quite like this. It may be nothing, Kanon told himself. He barely knew Logan, but he couldn't help himself but think that this pegasus basically glowed in the dim of the forest light. A bird twittered in the distance and the wind played with the newly budded treetops.
Logan shrugged his wings and half-smiled. "Yeah, really."
Kanon wanted to run up to him and just smother him with affection and I love you's, but resisted the urge. He doubted Logan was gay or even bisexual, like him, he just thought Logan could be an "affectionate guy", nothing more.
"Where are the others?"
"Oh, at the lake. I felt like I needed to clarify that you have every right to be upset at me and-"
"Aw, man, I'm not pissed off at you."
Logan looked slightly uncomfortable at Kanon's derogatory language he used a hundred times daily, which made Kanon realize immediately how different they probably were.
"Uhm. So, where did you come from?" Logan said after a lengthy silence.
"Oh, some place called Nevada. Have you heard of it?"
Again, the half-smile. Kanon's heart thudded. "Oh, no I haven't, sorry."
"Well, my mom and I lived in this small herd of about 6 of 7," Kanon explained. "My dad was the leader, and we were kind of amazing. We were all inseparable, except one day there was this huge storm and mom and I got lost from the others and spent days perishing. The only thing we did was trying to find the rest of our herd, and we rarely stopped to rest or nourish ourselves. My mom passed out after almost a week of endless, restless traveling and I stayed by her side until I, too, lost consciousness. We awoke in an animal hospital in Las Vegas, and were not to be returned in the Nevada wilderness but up here in Weltbild, and the rest is history."
Logan nodded absently. "You were very lucky to be together."
"Yeah, well. Not at the time. My mother wanted us to to find the herd, although I told her we needed to eat and rest and stuff. But, GOD is my mom stubborn! And look where it got us."
"You could be dead if it wasn't for people finding you."
Logan had a good point, it was true. Kanon tipped his head. "Yeah, I guess." He couldn't argue, and he kind of had to give it to those people: He began to like living in Weltbild.
"So, what was it like living at the hospital? How long did you stay there?"
"It was bullshit. Drugs, drugs, drugs, small spaces to roam, weird people touching me, and we stayed there for about two months? Anyway, it drove me crazy. I met disfigured, depressed horses who weren't very smart. I think domestication gets you."
Logan laughed. Kanon tried not to smile, but mustered a smirk, anyway. GOD, he was attractive.
"If I was there much longer, I would become the same kind of freak."
"I doubt it," Logan encouraged softly. "You seem to determined to be like that."
"Well," Kanon said gruffly. "If my crazy stubborn mom got a little bit of a soft spot, then I would be a mess with another month of that crap."
Logan walked closer to Kanon. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that."
There was a silence that clung to the air. Even the bird was silent.
Kanon looked at his hooves. "It's okay. It's all over."
"Do you miss Nevada?"
"All the time. But this is my new home, and I better get used to it." As he said that, Kanon realized it was true. His home, although it was something he less than barely knew, was Logan. It was just one of those gut feelings.
"I guess so," Logan maintained. "I mean, it isn't like you can swim off this island. The closest mainland is about a mile away, and you'll drown before you get there."
"Yeah," Kanon said, biting his bottom lip. "I think I'm fine here, anyway." He looked down at Logan, for he was a full hand taller than him. Logan nodded. "I think so, too. You seem alright, Kanon. You should stay instead of drowning, even if you tried not to."