Quentin

His hips sway seductively as his pale form trots across the meadow. “Brings back memories.” He grunts, unappreciative at the voice in his head. Such an asshole thing to say. “You love having us around.” Ha! Yeah, keep dreaming. Shaking his head, Quentin continues on, ignoring his invisible companions for the time being. He wouldn't be able to for long, they would make sure of that, but for now, he'd have a little bit of peace.

His absence from these lands hadn't been noticed, though honestly, he had the slightest idea if that was true or not. Q had been dragged away by those meddling voices, calling him. Begging him, even. It was hard to ignore their call, even for someone as stubborn and opinionated as he was. “Always a pleaser you are.” In more ways than one. He grins at the thought as a scoff of disgust echos in his head. Sure, those voices gave him hell sometimes, but the stallion was more than capable of returning the favor.

The winged equine halts for a moment, his teal colored tail whipping at his flank. From what he can tell, there's no one nearby. The meadow is quiet for now, and upon realizing this, Q sighs in relief. His journey to nowhere had been exhausting and pointless. He'd been dragged away just to prove that they could manipulate him. The voices were getting worse, stronger, more opinionated and eager to screw with his mind. Not that they hadn't been before....

Quentin closes his hazel eyes, nostrils flaring as a stray breeze brings in the scent of thistles and grass. The sound of the river is nearby as well, though he has no interest in it for the time being. Instead, he allows the silence to envelop him. The feminine stud can't remember the last time that he had pure silence. Another sigh escapes him. For now, he's content with remaining here, as long as those damn voices stay content. It was a hard thing to do, please something invisible, something unreal. Granted, Q had no idea of that, but still, it remained true.

They were right though, he did enjoy their company sometimes. Especially when he was alone. He'd gone crazy by now if it weren't for them. “Well, crazier.” He snorts at the thought, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Another truth. The Warmblood opens his eyes and walks on. He has nowhere to go, nor does he have any desire to go anywhere in particular. There was nothing out there for him at the moment, nothing calling to him.

I Can Grant Your Wishes, Baby....