A rather tall black colt, what you would consider in his teenage years- somewhere between being a lanky adolescent and a filled out, muscled stallion- wandered miserably into the meadow. He had been here for the change of seasons, was it two or three?, and had still yet to find a home or even a friend. He sighed loudly, his aggressively curved head held perpendicular to the earth as he trudged across plentiful grass, ignoring its enticing deliciousness and instead wallowed in his self pity. Sniffling, he thought of home and his parents, where it was warm and safe, even if he always felt bad about himself due to his constant disappointment to his family. At least there his anxiety was only emotionally fueled, rather than being constantly on edge for fear of physical danger in these wild lands. At this thought he remembered he had to be on the lookout for any kind of attack, and he jolted his head up high, the white of his eyes exaggerated against his coal fur and dark brown irises.
It was then that he saw something rather strange. Two colts, somewhere near his own age, laying on their backs pointing and exclaiming at the sky. He looked to where their hooves were aimed and saw nothing, but he was intrigued and wanted to know more. He picked up a huge trot, his own hooves thundering into the earth as if deliberately doing the opposite of the other boys' hardened feet, except Kuba wanted to join them in whatever it was that they were doing. It looked like they were having fun! He came upon them and stopped rather clumsily, mis-stepping and almost falling forward onto them both. He caught himself and gave an embarrassed, awkward half-smile. “Uhm, hi,” he began, not really sure how to start an interaction with the pair who didn't look as if they were open to letting a third join them. His social skills weren't quite built enough to realize he may be being rude and butting in, and he was overwhelmed with the sense of wanting to have fun and make friends regardless. “I'm Kuba,” he offered, looking back and forth between the colts and the sky, “What are you guys doing?” He lowered his head a bit to he wasn't towering over them, he felt weird standing while they weren't and considered laying down, but he wasn't sure if they would welcome him. Instead he remained upright and looked curiously at them, black ears (which looked ridiculously stubby against his long, curvaceous face) pointed forward in exultant interest.
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