Palomino foals always look so stunning and strong for their age. Feliks resembled one of these beauties quite closely. On the Polish countryside, where he spent his years from childhood to the present, things never changed much. Life was peaceful fun and carefree, even with the world advancing around him, he still found a way to be a pink loving diva. All seemed to be well that day, Feliks stood outside with a surprising grace.
His strait flaxen hair blew in the wind like fields of wheat, and his spring green eyes sparkled. How would the spunky pole seize the day? He looked around at his estate, it was indeed peaceful and warmed by nature and pink paint. The tall grass and even the few grazing Palomino horses and foal were great earthly assets. However the nineteen year old Feliks would go stir crazy if he stayed in this place all day every day.
It was time to go out, these were the exciting times for Feliks. Where would he go? After shaking his head and petting his Equine friends he decided to pay his old friend Francis a visit.
Francis unlike Feliks, lived in the city of Paris. This was much more exciting than the polish boy's way of living.
"That's it pony! I'll visit Francis today, he will have a lot of interesting things to do!" His voice rang out like a bell, and the small mare responded with a short snort. Excitement filled the pole's chest and he went to call his french friend. Feliks dialed Francis' number and waited for his friend to pick up. After the few grueling seconds Francis did pick up the phone with a slight happy hum.
"Allo?"
"Francis! This is Feliks, I'm going to go crazy. Do you think I could come over for a visit?"
"Heh, Bien sur. Of course Feliks, I would love to have you."
"Wicked boss! Thanks."
"But, I do warn you, be careful Feliks. I'll have to get some things ready. I will probably see you in a couple of hours."
"Oh yeah, totally. Don't worry I'll be fine."
"Heh heh, alright bon courage, good luck Feliks."
Once they were finished talking about their plans Feliks hung up. He began to pack a few light things quickly so he could catch the next train.
He packed a small basket-like bag with a gift for France inside, and he took his red hooded jacket with the Polish White Eagle insignia on it. He dressed in red knee high shorts and a white blouse.
He hurried to the train station after putting the horses in their stables and saying a short goodbye. Surprisingly he made good time and made it on the train, most of the dreadful ride consisted of just Feliks sleeping. The train stopped in Belgium, sadly poor Feliks startled from how long he slept left at this stop and didn't even bother to check where he was. He saw French written on signs and that's all that mattered to him.
He was disappointed when he didn't see Francis immediately, so he decided to wait for a while. A light drizzle started up while he was waiting, which didn't seem to make things any better. He got antsy and upset the more he waited, until finally he decided to do some exploring.
"Bon courage, what a bunch of garbage." he scoffed as he walked out of the train station and into the unfamiliar city of Brussels. He put on his jacket and pulled up his hood in response to the rain. Belgium didn't look like Paris at all to the pole, he figured he had just forgotten his last stay at Francis' home. However he knew good and well he hadn't. The city truly had a lot of character but, he was beginning to become slightly frightful without his french friend guiding him around. His feelings of fear intensified, he could feel a presence following him, was he just overreacting, maybe seeing things?
He wandered into a somewhat darker part of the city the buildings were closer together and wide sidewalks were replaced with more narrow alleyways.
"Maybe I went a little too far," he said quietly to himself before walking up behind a store to think about how to get back to the train station.
"Hey!" a strong voice called out at him. Feliks jumped and looked over, it looked like a tall man with spiky hair, or maybe a hat of some sort. Feliks couldn't make out a face, the man was blocking light and the alleyway became somewhat dark. Feliks began to speak up, but another figure came from the shadows. A smaller figure, but with pointed animalistic ears, Feliks backed up next to a small cat. The smaller figure bounced and approached him.
The face was slightly illuminated, it was a woman. Her thin lips curved into a cat-like face and she appeared to have fangs of some sort. A lot of assumptions were bouncing through poor Feliks' mind.
"I see you found Felix!" The woman beamed. The cat hissed lowly, Feliks scared way too easy. He unleashed a loud and terrified yell, the proceeded to bolt from the alley. What a scaredy cat!