h1Prologue/h1
The desert sun had sunken into a explosive ray of orange, red and scarlet purple, mixed with a touch of darken blue. Flickers of light seems to sparkle along with the white illuminating ball in the sky, cascading one of her many phases. A wood was tossed into a flickering fireplace, keeping the occupant warm against the cool of the proceeding night. The occupant wore nothing than a brown robe around his body, a wet nostril peeking out of the hood, while it covered the rest of the face.
The occupant glanced around, hearing noises in the distance. Some noises were that of laughter and chattering, while others were howling at the night sky, others partying their life away.
"Heh...Teenagers," the occupant chuckled, throwing another log into the fireplace. The night was getting colder. Soon, the occupant heard shouting arguments from some of the teenagers nearby. The shouting became louder as a single young roadrunner stumbled upon the tickets of brush.
"What the hell you know about relationships. You've failed three times." He was obviously shouting with another roadrunner, who appeared in front of the young man, smirking.
"At least i know enough not to mix with a mangy, smelly flea bag," he retorted back. The young man quickly grabbed the other roadrunner by to collar, his beak near inches of the other, rage into his eyes. "WATCH WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT MY GIRL!," he boomed in anger. He roughly pushed the other roadrunner back, his own nostrils flaring in and out. At the corner of his eye, he saw a young female coyote run between the two roadrunners, instantly hugging the young man. "Please, don't fight." The other teen roadrunner was about to make a remark before raging eyes pierced into his, stopping him from uttering a word. "I'm outta here." The other teen roadrunner left, just leaving the two others behind.
"Why did you have to get into a fight," the female coyote huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "He was insulting you...us. I'm not gonna let anyone talk about you like that." He gently cupped the female coyote's face, a gentle smile spread across his beak. "I love you, sweetie." A smile spread across the female coyote as she pressed her body close to his own. "Come on. Let's find us a quiet place to sit." He wrapped his arm wings around her torso, the both of them walking towards the occupant, who had heard the whole drama unfold. The teens walked toward the clearing of the bushes, seeing the occupant putting another tree branch on the simmering fire.
"Welcome, young ones. Please sit down," the occupant gestured toward an empty tree log on the floor. The two teens glanced at each other and nodded in agreement, sitting down on the log. "It's a beautiful evening tonight."
"It is sir," the female coyote commented, leaning closer to the roadrunner.
The occupant glanced upon the couple, a smile spreading through his muzzle, though hidden in view. "It's not often that I see a roadrunner and coyote couple as the two of you. Though, more and more they are becoming apparent."
"We get teased a lot about it, sir. The school thinks we're weird going out together like this just because we happen to be a different species from the other." The male roadrunner glanced upon his female coyote, smiling upon her, and nuzzling her muzzle. "But I wouldn't change it. Not for anything in the world. I love her." The female coyote blushed, giving a sweet peck on his cheek. The occupant chuckled, tossing another log in the fire.
"You both aren't the first to be different in this way nor will you be the last," the occupant shifted his seating position, sitting closer to them, blowing on the fire a bit. "I heard that scuffle that you had. You're quite the tough character, aren't you, young man?"
"Well, I've never backed down on a fight especially when my girl is involved." The occupant chuckled once more, glancing upon the couple again. "Don't be discourage, young ones. Your relationship isn't an easy one to have."
"How do you know that, mister?" The couple leaned forward towards the occupant, curious as to hear his reply. "I know of this coyote, which at the time was a teenager just like you and was in love with a roadrunner. At that time, a coyote and a roadrunner being together was unheard off and roadrunners and coyotes were bitter rivals. The community they were in hated the idea of roadrunners and coyotes mixing and they had to deal with that bitter hatred every day. So, the both of them had keep their relationship a secret for a long time. They went through so much and all in the name of love. It was pretty much them against the world. They were the first to break the chain."
"Oh wow. How intense," the female coyote gasped. The male roadrunner eagerly looked upon the occupant, wanting to hear more. "Sir, if you don't mind, can you tell us more about this?" The occupant glanced upon the couple, smiling and nodded his head.
"I'll gladly tell you their story."