A change in step. [Falcon]

[Snowfrost]

URAHE.

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Nothing made sense to the filly, in all honesty. She knew not which way was up, which was down, where she was nor where she was going. She knew not how to speak well yet, how to find shelter, now to fend off predators -- Urahe knew nothing but her name, a couple of simple sentences, and that she was insatiably hungry. Little Ura was never taught to eat grass, though she was around the age where mothers began showing their foals -- and then that presented another problem in Urahe's mind: Where was mom? Everything was bleak in her thoughts and memories, though she could grasp remembrance on her mother and.. something else. She couldn't place it, however. Her spirits were low, she was frightened, and she was hungry. Little Ura couldn't do much after running around for hours on end. This place, she couldn't place it -- she remembered it from somewhere though, and maybe that's why she returned here.

The red filly resorted to cries, then. To anyone, anything. She knew of nothing else to do. The white-adorned filly stood there, weakly, crying to the ears of those who possessed them. As the chilled winds of the area swirled around her, the young foal trembled and fell to her knees. Whimpering, almost, the dazed and shivering foal didn't know what to do. Instinct was trying to drive her, but it seemed that the navigation within was glitching and hazy.

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[BATMAN.]

Paranoia of his last trip away from his lands for a long time, sent him to overprotecting his kingdom. Always looking out, always scouting. It wasn't all that bad though, it definitely kept him busy. Physically and mentally. The rocky terrain constantly kept his body in shape, along with having to chose the best way to climb any rocky hills or mountains, it challenged him all the time. His kingdom was rather lonely, but it didn't bother him too much, not anymore. The ache for Suli had faded, even though it'd always remain, he learned to deal with it. It now was just another obstacle in his every day life, in which he got over it every day. What else was he to do? She was gone. She wasn't coming back, not to his knowledge. So, moving on was the only option. And that he was doing. Well, as much as he possibly could anyway.

The overo brute had been perched on a rocky ledge, over looking a valley below, when a shrilling cry reached his ears and echoed among the mountain walls. Ears pinned back, he whipped his head around to look in the direction the cries came from. "What in the world..." He whispered into the chilly air, it was ridiculous how cold it got up here. There had already been blankets of snow, they came and went. But it was absolutely nothing Falcon wasn't used to. It just pissed him off every time winter rolled it's ugly head around. Without wasting another second, he whirled his body around and launched into a dead sprint, his old injuries were completely numb with the adrenaline that pumped through his body. Oh, he knew he'd feel those later.

Coming to a skidding stop as he found the source of the rather annoying cries. Eyes looked around quickly, where on Earth was this foal's mother? What the hell. Was the first thing to come to his mind. It was one thing for him to deal with mares, but foals... they were a completely different story. Falcon knew nothing about them. "Shhh..." He tried to sooth, reaching his muzzle out to the wailing filly. Nostrils flared to take in the scent, but it was no scent he could recognize.

[Snowfrost]

URAHE.

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Trembling still, the red foal's eyes shot back and forth as she sought a form to latch her vision to. Nothing stood out, and again it frightened her. Breathing shakily, Ura brought herself to her hooves and balanced like a newborn straight from mommy. How could a place be familiar, but completely unrecognizable at the same time? Little puffs of warm air spurted from her nostrils with her breathing, and slowly Ura tried walking around again.

The scent that hit her though, that terrified her again. It was, like the land, recognizable but still impossible for her to remember. In a flash, he was there. Dark, tall, daunting. There. Urahe shrank back instantly, falling to her rump and crossing her lanky legs as they fought to have a place to rest. Wide-eyed, the red-and-white filly looked up to the stranger in a clueless manner. Who was he, why was he here? He wasn't mommy, he wasn't a mare. He smelled completely different, and he just made the situation that much more confusing.

Her stomach roared, causing her to tense and flinch all at the same time. Her sight left the stranger in the same instant. Looking around more, and not thinking, little Ura got to her hooves quickly and looked around, over her shoulder, walking blindly. She didn't notice it, but in the same instant she was pushing her little body into the warmth of the same stranger who frightened and confused her. Trembling still, the filly (who maybe just reached his chest at her own withers) calmed some when she felt the company of another. She was imagining mommy, one could guess, not this horse. Still she looked around for the scary things, the shadows, and everything and anything. It didn't dawn on her that she was close to the stallion until a few moments of time elapsed. Flinching and looking up to him, Urahe could only stare in wonder at him. She couldn't move, her legs wouldn't budge. Unconsciously, she was ecstatic with the warmth and company of another. He'd saved her, though he scared and worried her as well.

Mumbling to herself some, the filly continued craving his warmth and security. She didn't know anything better. All that was going through Ura's mind was that he was like mommy -- he was someone who would protect her. At least, little Ura's life depended on his decision whether or not to. Weakly, the red filly whimpered: "M-mommy,"

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[BATMAN.]

falcon.

What the hell. Were the only words that came to his mind. He had no idea what exactly what was going on in front of him. He had no idea why the foal was in his lands, without any adult figure. No mother, no nothing. This filly surely wasn't his, for he would have remembered so. It just didn't make any sense. Eyes looked around, searching for a mother... or someone, that could explain what was in front of him, Surely, someone hadn't of just left the poor thing here. That would have been absolutely horrible. The brute cringed at the very thought, he felt a hint of anger, but quickly shoved it down inside him. It was no time to express anger.

The feeling of another against his chest broke him from his thoughts, causing him to look down quickly. It had not the slightest of idea what to do, how to react. He was so confused. "Where on Earth is your mother?" He asked gently, more to himself than her. There was not much he could really do, he wasn't about to leave her alone. Falcon really had no choice but to take her in, but he didn't really want to. A little one was the last thing he needed at the moment, as for he was pretty unstable himself. How on Earth was he supposed to take care of her? He had no milk. Did she need milk? Was she old enough? Oh, it was hopeless. He knew absolutely nothing about little ones.