A Moth Drawn To The Flame [Open]

A Moth Drawn To The Flame [Open]

Quentin Posts: 20

Outcast atk: 4.0 | def: 7.5 | dam: 5.0

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.3hh :: 5 HP: 58 | Buff: NOVICE

DarkShadow

01-03-2016, 09:24 PM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2016, 12:59 AM by Quentin.)

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The forest around him seemed to be closing in. Quentin's head craned to and fro, his hazel eyes wide with caution. “Brings back memories doesn't it?” The stallion snorted loudly, tossing his fabulously teal forelock from his face. He went from worried to utterly annoyed in a matter of seconds. No one asked you,” the stud muttered softly. He'd grown used to these tittering voices that seemed to always mock him. Stopping suddenly, Quentin took in his surroundings. The trees closest to him were close together, but up ahead, they seemed to grow farther apart. It was then that he noticed an open area and tossed his head.

The male moved into a trot, his muscled hips shaking to and fro with the gait. As he trotted through the opening of the forest, the male halted to take in his newest surroundings. “Hmm...it'll do.” Quentin rolled his eyes at the voices, moving forward once more at a hip swaying walk. The stud wasn't sure what to expect of this territory, especially since he honestly didn't know who he was expecting to find here either.

The grass beneath his cream colored hoofs was vibrant green and the air was crisp and clean. “Enough to make you sick.” Quentin chuckled at the voices, for once not letting their negativity get the better of him. Blue gray coat twitched with the landing of an insect, but otherwise, it was just Quentin and his voices. As he halted in the middle of the clearing, the Warmblood's ears flicked around his skull as his eyes did the same. Had anyone been watching him, the stallion would've looked overly cautious and, quite frankly, like a mare. The flower that adorned his forelock didn't really help his appearance either.

Sighing, Quentin tossed his mane again, a habit that seemed to be rabidly forming. The Pegasus' wings fluttered atop his back as he seemed lost in thought. He cocked a muscular hip to the side as he thoughts led him elsewhere, for now content in where he stood. The voices in his head were silent for the moment and he was grateful for this. Now, all he had to do was wait, which he was fine with. Where else would he go?

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