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The black colt didn’t have to wait long before he locked gazes with an eye-catching filly who practically skipped and hopped her way over like an over-excited school-girl. Her energy felt chaotic to him, and he felt that he was already in over his head by the time she made it to him. When she placed a quick bite on his shoulder it confirmed his suspicions and the whites of his eyes appeared ever so slightly as he watched her every next move. He already didn’t trust her and wasn’t sure if he would ever feel warmly about her, but at least now he wasn’t on his own. When she offered help, home, and her name, then asked for his, he hesitantly responded. “I’m… I’m Kuba.” Thinking on how she mentioned something further for her own, he finished rather weakly, “Just Kuba.” It then dawn on him that she referred to herself as his new leader. He didn’t remember agreeing to this, but right when the onyx stud was about to ask what she meant by her statement, another approached.

Kuba watched a creamy colored colt, who looked to be a bit younger than himself, quietly slide his way over and ending up a little too close for comfort, but Kuba found himself inching slightly nearer to the newcomer so he could use him as a shield from the scary painted femme. He didn’t like how pushy and bossy she seemed. It was just too much for the sensitive, lost, lonely boy. The shock of never having left the borders from where he was born and raised but being swept away to an entirely new land far from anything he had ever known on his first venture out was more than he could bear. To top this off, the first interaction he had here, wherever that was exactly, was, well, mean. Dark brown orbs glanced back and forth between the yellow colt and the overbearing girl when the former addressed the latter, then remained on the younger stud when he spoke to him. “I’m lost, and I’m scared, and I’m lonely. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know where my father is, and… and…” his lips begin to quiver as he tries to hold in the sadness bubbling out of him, “I just want to go home,” he begs, as if either of them could help the situation.

Before anybody had a chance to react to Kuba’s pleading, another joined the group. He was another interestingly colored equine, and the black stud briefly thought about how back home everyone he knew was either black or grey. He wondered how there was such a variety of colors here when everything he knew was literally black and white. If he had a sense of humor he would have chuckled, but the young boy did not have any joy in his heart, only anxiety and fear. While life had everything to offer, Kuba had only ever clung onto the more negative aspects, always prepared for the worst, and never even thinking about the best-case scenarios. But look at him now. Though he hadn’t been prepared for quite how crazy a curveball life threw at him he wasn’t at all surprised that something so terrible had happened to him. It only made sense. At this he pulled himself together. There were three strangers standing around him, he needed to keep his wits about him and see if any of them could help him. Well, either of the other studs. He wasn’t quite so fond of the mare. The second stallion spoke only to the fae at first, and Kuba felt some kind of tension, like maybe they knew each other outside of this. He didn’t have long to contemplate on it however, as the next words were aimed at him by the newest group member, although they didn’t leave much room for a reply. The black colt still managed to mumble out, “I don’t want to be taken,” he clarified, “by her.” He looked back and forth between the other two stallions imploringly. “Can… Can one of you help me?” Despite being one of the larger, if not the largest, equine in the group, he really was so small.