Hounds on Dark Patch

The sails were hoisted, the crews are all on board, and we set sailing across the dark starry night sky, boarding away through the Martian atmosphere. My dear beloved and most good looking Captain Wright sat on front deck, looking out at the star, turning his head back, giving me a handsome smile. It was cold, and I know he’d come to keep me warm, but he turned back and stood straight by the sudden, appearing there’s something laying there beyond the horizon.

Ever since Earth was abandoned by most of us, she nourished herself, healed by the wonders of nature and the magical creature that once roamed and ruled by her peacefully. Now, returning to Earth after all the technological advances and excitement has been barred by creatures of the olden times. There are the wise ones of the wizards, and sly goblins, civilised elves of the west, sea people of the south, dragons of the north naughty fairies and clumsy Cyclopes. But at the far end of Earth, lie the scar, a patch which Earth could not heal, and an unfair cosmic reminder of her previous children. It was dark, cold, unfertile, unsettled, and unlived.

Wright seemed to forget reality at some point, always do, equationally stirring us starboard towards the patch, landing at the edge of a canyon. Nothing much to see, he just wanted to experience her scar, her pain. But in all darkness life still build its chances, allowed or not. There are creatures living in the dark, and no, they’re not creatures of evil as we would read about or heard about in stories. As far as I know, evil exist most in the light of day, flourish in a most expensive way, looking good at al times, having award winning smiles and an extremely generous amount of social help.

What Captain Wright and I learned on that day was the existence of the Howndders. Oh boy, were they friendly. They are dogs by the way, just a little different. How we felt pity over them, shaking, shivering in hunger and in the cold of the dark night left to scavenge absolutely nothing at all.
Wright threw a sausage over them, as they approach, licking our hands, playing fetch with us. It’s the company they wanted. They are dogs anyways.

What we’ve also learned is that you should not attempt to feed the Howndders, no matter how friendly they are. These friendly creatures tend to follow you where ever you go and they’ll not stop. It was a little sad to leave them as we board our ship, ready for sailing. One got caught up with the ropes. Captain Wright had to shake him off. It was even more sad to hear them howling away, disappearing into the darkness as we continue with our journey on old Earth.