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Crickets were striking up a symphony in the cool night air, playing lullabies for all the forest critters. The stars twinkled high above in the heavens, and yet they were blocked from Dallon's view by the tree's leafs. Night time. The purple striped foal's favorite time. It was his chance to slip away from his mother and father's watchful eyes and avoid their paranoia. The young foal couldn't quite understand why his parents sheltered him and his brothers so vigorously. What harm could a few crickets do? At least, that is all Dallon thought there was out and about in the safety of the night.

Never before had there been a time where the colt ran into another Soquili. Especially not at night. He made small hoof prints as he walked around in the freshly dug dirt left behind from animal burrows being made. He studied the split in his hooves and noticed how they differed slightly from his father's. He wondered why that was and made a mental note to ask about it the next day. Dallon made sure to stomp extra hard into the earth as he walked along, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to make sure he was leaving imprints. How else was he suppose to find his way back home? There was a small price to pay for his little navigation plan, and that was the element of surprise. His stomping surely made any nearby creatures well aware of his presence..

Dallon wasn't worried about attracting any sort of attention to himself. If others so happened to hear him what was the worst that could happen? His youthful mind couldn't exactly conjure up the dangers of being a tiny foal out on his own, surrounded by darkness and unknown creatures. Creatures that were five times his size with sharper teeth, leather wings, spaded tails. Things that carried animal pelts on their backs and bared paws where hooves should be. The things that his mother feared to tell him about because she thought it would give him nightmares.

Just as he was getting lost in his dreamy thoughts of being the founder of some new hideaway or discovering a new and unique creature he could tame himself and befriend, he heard the faintest breakage of a twig nearby. His tiny hooves froze solid in their imprints and his red eyes floated in the blackness, gazing in the direction in which the disturbance came from. Instinct told him to turn and run but natural curiosity kept him lingering. He lifted a hoof, debating on if he should turn or press onward.

He was about to turn but his last minute decision was to explore. Perhaps it was a monster he could tame. Yes, that would prove to his mother that he was mature enough to hold his own out in the big bad world. This charming little colt often struggled with being treated as a child. He felt he was far more responsible than his brothers after all. Though, moments like these didn't exactly help his case. He wedged himself between two bountiful bushes that held poisonous little red berries. He peered through them to find a giant, wings out stretched and stance strong and determined. Young Dallon was taken back by his differences but it didn't hold him off for long. He emerged from the foliage, making his tiny presence known right before the towering beast. "Was that you making all that noise?" he simply asked, leaving his question so awkward in the silence of the night.