An antelope is a member of a number of even-toed ungulate species indigenous to various regions in Africa and Eurasia. Antelopes comprise a wastebasket taxon (miscellaneous group) within the family Bovidae, encompassing those Old World species that are not cattle, sheep, buffalo, bison, or goats. A group of antelope is called a herd.
The English word “antelope” first appeared in 1417 and is derived from the Old French antelop, itself derived from Medieval Latin ant(h)alopus, which in turn comes from the Byzantine Greek word anthólops, first attested in Eustathius of Antioch (circa 336), according to whom it was a fabulous animal “haunting the banks of the Euphrates, very savage, hard to catch and having long, saw-like horns capable of cutting down trees”. It perhaps derives from Greek anthos (flower) and ops (eye), perhaps meaning “beautiful eye” or alluding to the animals’ long eyelashes. This, however, may be a later folk etymology. The word talopus and calopus, from Latin, came to be used in heraldry. In 1607, it was first used for living, cervine animals. Read More || Edit
Title: The Sullivan Series: Changes Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Zoë Sullivan (Original character), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Time period: beginning season 1 Warnings: swearing, minor injury, little angst, traumatic memories, dealing with loss, Sam’s sad puppy dog eyes Music: ‘Down By The River’ by Neil Young, ‘Look But You Can’t Touch’ by Poison, ‘Changes’ by Black Sabbath Word Count: 3595 words
Summary: Third chapter of the Sullivan Series part one: Changes. What started as an ordinary shapeshifter case for huntress Zoë Sullivan, turns out to be much more complicated the moment the Winchester brothers get involved. A lot has happened since Dean last saw Zoë and both boys are eager to find out why she’s ended up hunting the supernatural, but her attitude and bitterness makes it almost impossible to work with her.
Author’s note: The Sullivan Series is my Supernatural-based fanfiction that I’ve been working on for years and years. If you are up for a series that is going to last long, this is a fic for you.
Sunshine peeks through the red curtains, like a little kid spying while playing hide and seek. The beams illuminate motes of dust which are playfully dancing in the air. Thunder and rain moved on and made room for the sun to shine. It’s past noon and Sam’s sitting behind the small table, which is entirely filled with papers, books, files and both his and Zoë’s laptop. Concentrated he goes through documents which the Macbook’s wiki contains, preparing for the next encounter with the shapeshifter. Neil Young is singing Down By The River on the radio, so softly that you’d have to listen very carefully to make out the words. Besides traffic rushing by on Route 52 next to the motel, it’s peaceful. Dean turns on his back in the double bed, grunting softly. Sam looks up and grins. He’s not sure what’s funnier; the fact that Dean isn’t sleeping on the floor or on the couch as Zoë persisted earlier, or that she’s actually the one sleeping next to him.