New life is impossible for him to resist. While he cannot forget his pet rodents, he will strike out from the camping ground to see what else this land has to offer. The old god radiates joy - along with his usual shadows - when he encounters a jackalope. The ears... The antlers... He crouches down amongst the bright plants, holding out taloned hands to the cryptid.
The Jackalope, like the rats and mice, does not hesitate. It jumps into his arms and nestles against his chest. He is home to it, after all, or, at least, something very close to home. Hades is an oddity - there is no question about that - but he isn't bad or terribly cruel. He will return to the camp with the Jackalope, speaking to the cryptid in a low, soothing voice.
"What have you seen? What are your first memories?"
He cannot understand the small creature, but there are clues on the Jackalope's fur and even on his antlers.
"Do you clash like stags over mates? Have a care - once these -" his fingers brush the antlers, "become tangled, there is only one escape."
► CRYPTOZOOLOGY (Day 64)
The Jackalope, like the rats and mice, does not hesitate. It jumps into his arms and nestles against his chest. He is home to it, after all, or, at least, something very close to home. Hades is an oddity - there is no question about that - but he isn't bad or terribly cruel. He will return to the camp with the Jackalope, speaking to the cryptid in a low, soothing voice.
"What have you seen? What are your first memories?"
He cannot understand the small creature, but there are clues on the Jackalope's fur and even on his antlers.
"Do you clash like stags over mates? Have a care - once these -" his fingers brush the antlers, "become tangled, there is only one escape."