You wander through the fresh snow that continues to litter all over the frozen ground quickly, the fluffy flakes coming down in what seems like sheets. With glossy maroon pools narrowed against the falling snow, you continue on to where you remember the pond sitting in the forest. Surely it's frozen over now and likely hidden beneath a layer of ice, but it would be so thick that you are -for once- not worried about falling through; an image of the stocky grey mare with the crimson marking traveling down her face and a ribbon tied neatly into her thick white mane splashing in the deadly waters flashes through your head. You had not even caught her name before you ran away, she had only called you "brother." You are no one's brother, you are alone in this world we remind you coldly, not even leaving a snicker to warm our tones. Forcefully, we drag another image up from your dusty box full of terrifying memories, choosing the best one: your mother being suffocated by the tight clamp of a black wolf's jaws. Blood seeps from open lacerations, spilling out onto fresh green blades of grass.

And you left her.. All alone, like a coward we hiss from our prison that has been gradually falling apart; the bars are far enough apart now for us to stick half of our bodies out, but our round bellies do not quite fit. 'She told me to run. What could I have done? I was still so young!' You were just as big as her. Thankfully we came along, or you would have croaked now we do laugh, one of us running our fingers across our throats in a fast motion that everyone knows as your throat being slit. This sends us into a hysterical laughter before you can try to shut us out again. "Ouija?" you call out to the cub, now alert and on your toes. Only a few seconds drift by until you shout for her, "Ouija?!"

The arctic fox roots around in the snow only a few feet behind you, her face half buried in the white fluff as she inhales flakes, attempting to find food. Her ever-hungry belly was just satisfied by the small bunny she had attacked and eaten three quarters of, but why not find more food? A growing girl is hungry! Her big triangle ears catch your shout and she immediately lifts her now snow-covered face from below the soft surface, massive black eyes staring at you, alert tail poked straight out. She yips loudly, bounding toward you in big leaps; the high pitched bark causes you to look over your left shoulder just in time to watch her deer-like bounds. Each time she lands she sinks belly deep in the frost, only to bonce forward half a second later.

A relieved smile washes over your rummy face and you keep moving, watching the little one in the corner of your eye. "It's too easy to lose you in this stuff." you murmur to the cub. She returns a glance but nothing more, bouncing past you once more. The snow flakes become less heavy and quickly thin out, but they continue to dance to the earth. A deep breath is drawn into your lungs through red nostrils, your legs bringing you to a halt before a sigh is released, a thin cloud of steam rolling from both nares. Quietly you watch the pup continue to root around, stuffing her face into the snow and digging a little deeper before giving up and moving three feet forward to do the same.

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You are not certain if it is you or Ouija who spots the strangers first, but whoever it is, excitement leaps into both of your heads... Who are you kidding? Excitement, over an unfamiliar face? Obviously it's Ouija who's excited. But for as far as who indeed noticed them first was perhaps a straight tie: the soft crunch of snow beneath light feet and the scent of unfamiliar land both sweep toward you and the artic fox simultaneously, her ears cupping forward and following her dark gaze to spot the mare and her winged lizard, your body tensing and back end swinging away with legs ready to dart if need be. Nothing frightening and no menacing faces, just those of curious, young lives.

"Hello sir, mind if I accompany you today?" Both empty eyes search over the young mare's body, spotting nothing curious or off about her.. Yet. "No-" you pause for a second, repositioning your weight so you don't look as if you're about to shoot out of sight with a rag doll fox hanging from your mouth. "No, I don't mind." The filly introduces herself at Natayi, and her hidden companion as Ruthanax. Your eyes just about fall to the earth to search for a shy bonded creature hidden behind her legs, until a red face pokes up between the young mare's ears. A soft noise comes from the crimson dragon, causing your lined ears to dart forward in curiosity. Ouija barks playfully at the reptile, hoping it will respond.

"It's uh, nice to meet you Natayi... Ruthanax." your crowned skull nods to the red creature, eyes attempting to catch it for a moment before falling down to the thick-coated Ouija. "I'm Voodoo. This is Ouija." So boring we sigh, pressing our faces against cool metal bars. Your falsely bloodied snout picks back up, empty gaze looking to Natayi. Contemplation on what to ask the mare next jumps around in your head for just a split second before you decide that plain and simple is the safest route: "What brings you two out here?" your raspy voice is followed by the always-nervous flicker of glossy eyes.

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The scaly creature reaches over the white hair of his own bonded's, now flapping around in the sky above the excitable pup, the soft reptilian purrs falling down on large, intent ears. A cool nose lifts up into the air, a squeaky yipe responding to the strange sounds that are so foreign to her. Her fluffy white tail wags back and forth quickly, big black eyes blinking up at the red dragon. She sits back on her hind haunches and bats at the air playfully toward the reptile. Your empty eyes watch the two carefully, unsure whether or not the dragon would take a dive at your dog-child. Natayi explains that she was lonely, and we nudge you from inside There you go big boy, she's lonely we cackle, slapping our knees Damsel in distress! one of us calls, swooning with a limp wrist. This leaves us in a fit of laughter, and as much as you hate to admit it, we can feel your lips curl into a smile as well; at least you can cover it with something that she had said in the mean time.

The dragon swings over your head, your ears laying down as if he were about to land on your head and a nervous tightening of your jaw all occurring at once. Harmlessly, the creature finds his way back to Ouija who is still hooked on pawing at the air when he passes, her tail sending puffs of snow here and there. Nayati's response to your latest question makes you ears sit back upright, glossy eyes finding her deep red ones just as she finishes the last of her sentence. Our laughing had just stopped moments ago, and now your head is silent. Just like us we mumble, knowing that your heart will never really reside in the Throat, nor in the Basin. You will never belong anywhere, really.

"Well.. kind of the same reason." you begin, gruff voice followed by a soft chuckle. "I live in the Throat, but I can't ever seem to stay." You explain, lips tightening into a straight line. Ouija can feel the rush of confusion slide through your body and stops playing, just in time for her newly found playmate to return to the mare's pale withers. She pads toward you, rubbing between your front legs like a playful cat before sitting back down on, leaning against your left leg.

"Have you always wandered?" You finally ask, falsely bloodied snout reaching out slightly toward the young mare with interest. No longer did you feel like you needed to dart away from the slightest movement.

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Ooc: I'm sorry I all of a sudden up and disappeared, this should go smoothly now!

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