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Lost. It was the best word to describe the male that slowly dragged his feet along the ground as he made his way through the grassy fields. Lost, physically and mentally.

He'd never actually belonged in the small group. He'd keep to himself all the time, yet every once in awhile one of them would reach out to him in an effort to drag him out of his self-imposed shell. Though he rarely took them up on their offers, it gave him hope. Hope that maybe he could one day shed this pathetic shell of himself and become something better.

But then the human had left and they'd all scattered to the four winds, most of them in groups of two or three. Yet here he remained, all alone. So he drifted from place to place, barely alive in every sense of the word.

His stride was unstable. His legs were weak and shaking in protest to his weight even as his stomach made an angry sound, no doubt unhappy with the lack of food. Finally without preamble his legs gave out and he flopped gracelessly onto the ground, all the while sending a cloud of loose grass, petals, and even fireflies spiraling into the air. Figuring his body didn't want him going any further for the night he resigned himself to staying put with a sigh. He kept his eyes open through and just stared off into the distance, completely unaware of the other dustling nearby.

Zohar had been in a daze, that much was instantly obvious when he jumped up at the sound of the other dustling's voice, quiet as it was. He took a moment to really take in his surroundings for the first time in awhile, all the while thankful his limbs allowed him to remaining sitting at least. Finally he turned to glance at the female, his eyes blinking a few times as if he wasn't sure of what he was seeing.

This female was a strange one; various horns that were longer and curled, not to mention the wings! For one moment he wondered if the other dustling could fly or if her wings got in the way of each other, the next he was pondering if this was just all some really strange dream. Then again, those in his dreams never actually talked to him, so that was out of the question.

"Ummm....hello?" His voice was strained and raspy from little to no use. He continued to watch her curiously as she posed no threat to him hopefully, not that he could really do much in his condition. She seemed chipper though, even if he couldn't really read her intention. That was usually a good sign.

Apparently chipper was the right adjective to describe this female. She looked ready to pounce on him. Instead of aggressive though it was akin to the way the baby fox back home had chased and attempted to catch his tail. Zaria...he wondered how her and her father were doing.

Shaking the memories away he watched her trot off. Beneath the oddities she was just a normal female, a fetching one at that. Yet beneath that still she seemed very much young at heart. "Fire....flies?"

He slowly followed behind the female, stopping a short distance from where she was frolicking amongst glowing bugs. He merely watched...but his stillness earned him the company of a stray firefly which landed precariously on the tip of his beak. He stared at it, his eyes crossing strangely with the effort.

"Ready.....? For what?" Zohar turned his head and the single firefly took off, curling around his horns before rejoining it's brethren off in the distance. He spotted the female...well more like the female's tail creeping closer.

He recognized that stance and tensed up. This dustling was much bigger than the silly little fox that had used his tail for pouncing practice. "Ummmm..." He didn't object exactly to the turn of events but took a step back regardless as if bracing himself for the inevitable impact.

Despite his preparation, when the strange female pounced on him he crumpled like a house of straw in a wind storm. In fact that was a good analogy for his current situation. Unfortunately he was the house of straw in this equation.

When the female barreled into him he fell, rolling onto his back with his head bent forward as the femme chewed on his horns. He flailed a little bit as he fell back, but put up little resistance once he was actually on the ground. It was only when she finally backed off did he actually open his eyes. As she stepped back he sat up abruptly no longer dazed and eyes wide open. He blinked at her curiously as he stood back up, shaking the grass from his fur.

Playtime wasn't really a concept one knew when growing up utterly alone, but it didn't seem that difficult to pick up. Crouching down with his hind quarters in the air he mimicked her previous posture, his tail swishing in the light breeze.Then he stalked forward a few steps and lunged. He might have been a bit rough, but he made sure to keep his claws out of the equation like she had before.

It was strange. Usually when he pounced on something it was when he was hunting, and even then his prey never went limp suddenly. Taken by surprise he lurched forward with his momentum, his face a little too close to the female's for him to be comfortable. He instantly backed off, but before he could apologize something seemed weird.

She wasn't moving.

The fear only sunk in faster upon realization that she wasn't breathing either. However before he could enter full-blown panic mode she gasped for air suddenly and that quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

It was with a mixture of relief and previous fatigue that he flopped on his stomach next to her with a strangled sound. "Don't...do that!"

He allowed himself to be the fool for awhile until his companion's giggles subsided. When she asked her question he didn't move much, just turning his head enough to meet her eyes.

"Zohar...What about...you?" He answered and echoed her own question as quietly as she'd spoken.

"Daemetia...?"He trailed off a bit with a thoughtful hum. "That's...pretty." He fell quiet again, his eyes drifting close. His breathing wasn't completely even though, proof that the male was just resting his eyes and very much awake.

"I....don't belong anywhere..." There was little emotion or sadness behind his voice, just a mere statement, acceptance. "So I wander around. I...don't think I've ever been here before?" He'd spent countless days wandering around in a daze before so he couldn't be sure, but this female seemed to know the area well. If she said she'd never seen him, well who was him to question that?

"Is this...your home? I hope I'm not...intruding..."