He had yet to settle in Helovia, the bitter stallion was one without a heart, yet at the same time there where those that he cared for. He had been traveling since being accepted into the foothills, careless wonders seemed to have done his soul good. He liked being alone, he was left to his own thoughts. So when he came across the two idiots rolling around in the snow, presumably because they had lost their footing, Shakespeare just stopped and stared annoyed that they had interrupted his thinking time. He did not offer them help, watching them fail provided much entertainment for his bored mind. The mare was mostly just clueless. The stallion was the idiot for rushing over to her. Tutting to himself he took his time in approaching the pair, he did not rush, trip or make a spectacle of himself. Stopping a few meters off he watched as the stallion spoke and listened in. "Well if you had thought about the situation, you wouldn't have fallen!" Sighing he looked over the pretty mare, who seemed to have been rather enjoying herself before she fell. He now assessed them both.

Female.
Four to six years.
Outcast.
Equine.

Male
Two to four years.
Outcast.
Unicorn or hybrid.

That was all that mattered. Shakespeare already knew that his intelligence was already far beyond both of theirs. Their actions and mannerisms spoke loud and clear to the stag. His green eyes watched openly and directly at the mare. Stupid or not, she was still a lady that should be looked after. "Do you need assistance in any way mam?" He asked doing her best to be polite. He had no clue as to why she didn't just stand up, if she was much longer in the snow she would get a chill. As the other stag had already stated he was used to falling over, he should be used to the pain by now. He carefully thought about their current situation, before deciding that after all of this time he needed to socialise any way. Not that either of these two would be improving his mind in anyway. "You both may call me Shakespeare." He had no interest in knowing either of their names, for it was only boredom that was keeping him around. He now walked carefully to the mare and stopped beside her was a bemused expression on his face. "You can't stand up." It wasn't a question, it was a note as he studied her movements. With a sigh he bent his neck down and assessed her position closer wondering how he was going to be able to help her back up without tipping himself.

Next he turned to look at to the stag called Casimir, with a roll of his eyes, Shakespeare began thinking hard. With the other stag's help they would be able to lift the mare out of the snow easily. He walked away from the mare and stood beside the stag. "If you're careful, there if a patch of snow not to far from your front hooves." He instructed. "Get up slowly, and carefully, when walking shift your body weight off to the side to keep your balance." He wondered why he was helping them. "Then we will help...daisy over there."

[[OOC: God it sucks and it was hard but I did it.]]


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