A coal black colt smack dab in the middle of growing into a robust stallion wandered into the Meadow. He had been here on the islands for a few weeks now and had yet to find a home. Perhaps it was because of his strongly convex skull, unlike any other horse he had seen on this island thus far, although just like everyone else back home. Or maybe it was his boring solid coat. Albeit the fact that his fur had a shine from its health and not a mar upon it, he had also noticed that most others in this new land were heavily stained with white or spots or stripes or any number of colorations and patterns he had never seen before. Where he was from it was only blacks and greys, and even those with minimal markings. It could be that he was new and carried himself in a way that showed he had no confidence in himself. What could baby Kuba bring to a herd? His father barely wanted him, his mother constantly disappointed but trying her best not to show it. Why would a stranger take him in? Apparently, so far at least, they wouldn't.
The lonely boy looked around the new area he had wandered into trying to find a friendly face. Eyes round with hope and uncertainty, he didn't find any welcoming equines, and he lowered his head, ears drooping to the sides, feet dragging as he made his way over to a tall patch of grass. At the very least he could munch on the new spring grass now that winter had passed while he tried to figure out what else he could to do find a home, or even a friend. Dropping to his knees, then lowering his body into a pile of a body almost too thick for the lanky legs that carried him, he plopped onto the earth. A large, loud sigh escaped from him and he half-heartedly began to graze on the sweet shoots. Sobs loosed from his throat between mouthfuls of grass and tears streamed down his face, completely unaware of the fact he lay near another individual.
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