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Outcast atk: 4.0 | def: 7.5 | dam: 5.0
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.3hh :: 5 HP: 58 | Buff: NOVICE
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03-13-2016, 08:30 PM (This post was last modified: 03-14-2016, 10:52 PM by Quentin. Edit Reason: Font fixed :D )

Q   U   E   N   T   I   N

Come with me, where dreams are born and time is never planned....





Quentin made his way into the Steppe utterly lost. He'd been exploring the lands he'd yet to set hoof in when, naturally, he'd gotten turned around. The stallion moved at a brisk trot, his hooves snapping up from the cold snow. He looked as if he were prancing to anyone who was watching him closely. However, lucky for him, there was no one around. At least, lucky for him so long as he didn't freeze to death.

Snorting to himself, the whisps of breath dancing in front of him, Quentin halted. His hazel eyes took in the white landscape around him, though he wasn't able to tell one direction from the other. Where even was he? Snorting again, the stallion spun in a circle, his ears pinned to his skull as he tried to figure out where he was.

Nope. Not a clue.

Swishing his teal colored tail around his rump, the Pegasus had no idea to where to go from here. “Way to go! It's always nice to get yourself lost.” Sneering at the voices in his head (as if they could see!), the Warmblood took off again. His pace had moved into a canter, an ounce of fear coursing through his veins. “Stop.” He couldn't. The panic was rising. “Stop.” His hazel eyes tore through the scenery, trying to find some kind of landmark. Some way to find his way home. “STOP!” Skidding to a halt, the stallion's nostrils flared wide with every breath, his eyes were wide with fear.

It was then that he spotted the other being laying in the snow. Shaking his head slightly, Quentin took a few tentative steps towards the body. He breathed in the scent of the brute, glad to find that, for now, he was still alive. He looked pitiful though, his coat wasn't shiny and healthy like Quentin's own. “He's breathing. Wake him....” The stallion reached his pale muzzle forward and nudged the other male. He even allowed a quick nibble of worry, trying not to harm the beast before him.

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Torn - by Timothy - 03-13-2016, 12:20 AM
RE: Torn - by Quentin - 03-13-2016, 08:30 PM

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