The world was left soured by likes of what awaited and when a steed, with the shine of darkness showed up on the steps of the Amaro residence, the tides were on the rise. A thud later and the floor caught his fall. Preferring to sleep on the upper floor, he wondered why the decision to take the room with view came to be. It did however opened up the landscape into a narrow like backyard. Pruned and offering immaculate lawn care. There was just the one system out of place that he suspected a security camera failed to alert him on. The running language between mobile device and the smart system of the house was a failure because he detected it all on his own when feet were stable enough to hold up the wobbly weight.
Disheveled was one way of appearing and he backtracked then moved steps forward. Hand reaching out as if it could sneak through the barrier of glass that came between he and the beast awaiting his acknowledgement. Deep eyes as black as soot, glossy by its exterior looking right through him. And the headache seemed to persist as if he landed directly on his head than the ass after removing self from the bed. Bare feet scurried closer. Then he stepped back. Closer once again and it was a back and forth of a dance to suggest the danger of touching a random animal at his door. It was alarming and more than anything, each snort that drew a breath gave him chills.
Not only was he deeply at a lost, the moment the wingspan of the horse erupted with a gentle flutter, a planter crashed into the walkway. Cemented in destruction with the growth of each trot that took on back and forth. Lyle held his head, pacing once again because the general appearance of any animal other than his beloved and evil cat was raising his WTF meter by large increments. He began sweating nervously. Soaking through the pits of his t-shirt the longer he paced than go and calm the now disruptive horse. He thought neighbors who were closely divided by the narrow spacing, would report the commotion outside. In effort to stop that from happening, the horse slowly bowed its muzzle long enough to smash into the sliding door.
One minute it showed mercy. The next it’s hostility amplified and it showed in the sudden breaks the sliding door was succumbing to. He hollered. Pleading with the stallion of majestic making, Lyle's eyes widened. The horrible sleep escaping as quickly as being sobered to function. And yet he was bewildered at the horse trying get inside or get the attention it deserves. Demands were made by the implication of force. Fearing the worse with a break in caused by a steed that looked menacing of a Pegasus. It huffed to blow it’s air against the glass. Fogging up where it blew. The glass began to web in its formulated cracks, breaking ever so slowly. Lyle covered his mouth to limit the scream. Internally it grew loudly just as his head crawled with pain.
Harm was going to find its way through the door one way or another, taking every part of him not to react in a panic of sorts. His blurred vision escaped and he saw clearly again. The snap of the muzzle took another crack while the elevated steed lifted above the ground by a few inches. It’s flapping wings wound up the airspace around, lifting a lawn chair off its legs and watching it fly back. Lyle paced and stopped. Wincing with hands held out in a way of asking for mercy. The horse cared not to oblige to barricaded pleas. Just when Lyle was close to finding the latch of the sliding door, the front hooves went up, hang time exposed, near crashing in the door.
“HOLD IT PLEASE GOD NO!”
The loudest he touted until he hit the lock mechanism. The horse dropped back on its hooves. Snarling with a loud neigh, lifting its head upward. Stomping its hooves into the ground. Growing reckless at each passing moment he wasn’t tended to. There was a barrier to leap across and doing so, the knees shook a little. He felt that weakness in each step closer and right when he gave the handle a good tug, the door slid its course. Exposing to the start of the sun breaking through the skyline, he looked up with narrowed lenses. Arm blocking his face when the steed was expected to rush through the door and stomp him into a pulp, or worse kick him with a jerk like kick of cosmic proportions.
Suddenly he was mistaken. Expectations shattered right before his eyes as the elongated wingspan hustled in. Downplayed to nudge right at Lyle. Sniffing harshly that he could have sworn fire was capable of escaping or plumes of smoke. Instead and in an affectionate way, the soft nuzzle wrestled against the man's head. Running along his wiry beard. It huffed more air and neighed, trying to communicate. The display of some dominance was evident, causing a scarce reaction. He didn’t know what to do until it felt right to touch the beast. Its wings folded in, safe from the components of residential nature. The horse gave off a calm missing from the awakening of the Sunday and it made Lyle just as nervous. Not knowing what’s to come next until it was probably too late.