Iron-clad hoofs shatter the silentness across the empty city cobble streets, while small, delicate paws slowly, and heavy-heartedly walk behind the strange, hooded figure ahead. Bound at the hands, the small companion to the hooded horse, plots ways to escape, but can think of none, wherever he was, it wasn't in his home of rolling hills and soft green grass, it was a putrid city, with foggy grey streets and damp walkways. A sudden movement ahead and the small rabbit jumps backwards, catching the horse off guard, the rope falls to the cobbled streets and with the cover of night soon to be upon him, the rabbit, quickly, sprints from the city. thinking that a green forest lay just beyond the border, he runs even faster. the minuets fall back like sand receding into water after a wave and the cobbled streets seem to go on forever, but still the rabbit persists, hoping, dreaming, wishing that he could feel the warm rays of the sun, instead of the damp, cold winds of the city's fog many more minuets pass and the rabbit's hope is slowly dwindling, as well as his energy, a sudden flash of blue against the monochromatic colors of the city, a guide, made to access information about a specific place, the rabbit had seen one before, but only in a small town, not in a large city The Rabbit stops, and decides to see where the nearest forest is. But when he activates the search, he is stunned to see that there is not a single tree in the district, he searches it again, out of the district and into the world, and the same, horrific result appears. panic and confusion escalate quickly in his mind, causing a rush of emotions and questions to fill it, Why am I here? where am I? How do I get out? He soon realized that he didn't have the answers to many of these questions.. and the only memory of his homeland was the scene of a hill, and laying in the soft, warm rays of the sun, the daises and black-eyes-susans swaying gently in the summer breeze, with a small village laying just beneath the hill's base . Suddenly, out of rage and utter despair, he screams into the damp fog, the sound fills the streets of the city-planet, pure agony is portrayed in every echo of the sound. He sits there for a few seconds waiting, mabie for a reply, but none comes. He remembers the brutal horse and gets up, suddenly a shrill hiss emits from the doorway of one of the many grey buildings of the city, the rabbit looks around to see what made it and finds a door cracked, just a little bit opened, he steps forward. "Quickly!!" the voice ushers. Running now, because the faint sound of hooves hitting the cobbled streets had grown louder, he went to the into the doorway, the character who gave the rabbit entry was a refined-looking Zebra who had a pair of spectacles, and was frantically looking through the curtains, he glanced at the rabbit and said "Hello, my name is Mr. Halley..." he looked back out the curtains. When the rabbit didn't answer him he looked at the rabbit and said "and you would be..?" the rabbit thought for a moment, and wondered what his name was, he couldn't find any reclamation of ever having one.. he suddenly thought to himself; I don't know who I am? Mr. Halley was still waiting for an answer and probably wondering why it was taking so long for the rabbit to answer his seemingly simple question. the rabbit answered him finally with a slight quiver in his voice "...I.. I don't know..." Mr. Halley looked at him with the most interested expression and simply said "well, then. We'll have to make one up for you then" he sat in his red reading chair which had the most interesting pattern of oddly shaped flowers. He sat in thought and smiled warmly toward the rabbit "how about Daemon?" said Mr. Halley with enthusiasm. "it was the name of my brother, but he.. he is lost now." the Rabbit-Daemon thought about this for a moment contemplating. Daemon? an odd name for a rabbit, he pondered, but in the overwhelming sense of depression, Daemon found pure, unrelenting happiness in this small piece of sanity, and hugged Mr. Halley tightly, who stiffened at the sudden contact, but eventually hugged Daemon back. Daemon had found hope and with that he would make it home.
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in the early morning, Daemon and Mr. Halley decided to board a space station, little did they know the hooded-horse-man was following them. It would be easier to just kill off the little rabbit Alont-the-hooded-figure thought, but as long as the queen wanted him, he would give her what she waned, that is all he knew, that is all he was born and bred to know, nothing more, nothing less, he was a cold-blooded killer, and he liked his job.
