As a unit, the other Eagles followed suit, dropping into the hole, their prey already panicking, alerting one-another of the predators in their midst. Pouncing on it, the first eagle tore an opening into the den, swooping forward in a effortless motion. Wasting no time, the Eagles began plunging deeper into the earth, their eyes fixed on a hatch shining silver, juxtaposed against the barren terrain.
His form looked less frightening and more comical, the equipment he carried hanging off of him like unsheared wool. The Sheep stumbled out of the convoy, legs trembling from the captivity. Entirely clothed in skin-tight black, their silhouettes were a frightening sight to behold. A pistol, a machine gun, a knife and multiple explosives hung from the holsters that clung to their forms. One by one, the Eagles descended from the carriage, each steadying themselves as they confirmed the equipment on their bodies. The artificially pure air was sucked out in an instant, the pungent scent of sulphur engulfing the small compartment. A gasping wheeze erupted from all sides as the doors of the convoy opened autonomously. The men around him hadn't moved, fixed in everything that they did. Gone was the tiny glimpse into the outside, dark and destitute as it had felt until this.Īs the convoy came to a stop, The Sheep felt his head fall forward and snap back up. Two small hands balled up the material on his thighs, gripping tight for any comfort. The shadows of the heaped soil shrouded the interior and The Sheep's leg froze. The convoy shook harder as they descended some rocky surface into the earth below. Once more, The Sheep's leg began shaking at the thought about the road laid before him. The air in-between was a hazy mist of pollutants left behind from the generations before. The earth below was a wasteland of brown, desert sand having reclaimed the uncolonized earth. The sky above was a dull orange despite it being the middle of the day. More a gap than a window, like the arrow slits of a castle. His wide eyes showed no expression, but his lips trembled slightly as he turned from it to the small window on his left. The sheep focused his gaze on the grey smear before him. "What's a monster like you need protection from anyway? Keep your metal mitts up and you'll do fine." They'd torn it out of his hands and left it in his pen. The helmet The Republic provided The Sheep had bounced around his head, more likely to give him a concussion than deflect a bullet. Black holes atop human bodies from which there was no escape. All of the Auxilia wore the same, a carbon-fiber material so dark that it almost absorbed the light around it. The voice sounded even more callous coming out of the pitch black helmet that surrounded the man's entire head. "And monsters inside the walls too." he grumbled before turning away. Noticing the eyes of The Sheep, the Auxilia's expression soured. The sheep turned his face to look at the older man. For good measure, the man twisted his heel, boot smearing the remains of the bug into the surface of the caravan. "Bastards are everywhere out here," came a grizzled voice from his side. If such a small and defenseless creature could make it out here, then who was to say there wasn't a chance for any to rise in its wake.Ī shock absorbent boot crashed down into the snow-white insect, snapping the sheep out of his haze. He who had spent his entire life within the walls of The Republic. He, who had not left his bed in adolescence. Had it come with him from The Republic? Had it hitched a ride from the last mission? This insignificant creature had traveled far further than The Sheep ever had. Just how far it had traveled to be here, he wondered. He consciously ceased the shaking of his leg which had taken him since the journey began. Small, pale and weak, the creature approached The Sheep's boot. The harsh environment made sure that anything without a proper exoskeleton or natural armour was doomed to fade away. It was rare for any form of life to survive outside of The Republic. It's colour was white and it's body thicker and more chitinous to protect against the harsh environment. It appeared to be an ant from Before The Fall, yet with some notable differences.
DARK SHEEP HEAD ART FULL
His full attention was given to a bug that had stowed away with the soldiers. Grey eyes, focused intently on the floor. Short brown hair fell barely into his eyes, the offset sides framing his face. Sat between two full-grown Auxilia, he looked even more a child than usual. Crammed into the back of a convoy transport, vibrations shook him violently from side to side.
The rumbling of the earth was all The Sheep heard in his ears. Interim 2: The Sheep Descends With The Eagles Content Warnings: Child Abuse, Murder
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