QUINN - son of Entia and Naveen
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
Somewhere along the line, he’d lost his sister. Kinsley and he had been separated, and it concerned him. It would appear to be apparent to an observer though, as the black and red boy sauntered his way across the open landscape, drifting along the edge of the ocean. If not for the white and black of his coat, he might appear to vanish into the red tinge of the sad, lit by a setting sun and the brilliant rays of red and orange associated with such a vista. This light illuminated him in a startling fashion, and made his green eyes seem to shine brighter.
There was something of an easy, arrogant air about him. The walk in which he moved was so similar to the striding of his sire who he had long left behind. He only yearned to see his sister, but who was he to know what fate would show him?
He laughed at his own thought. His fate was his own, and he’d be the one who controlled it. He was not one who was subject to the whims of gods and demons without question – this was the manner in which his sire had taught him. He’d learned it and respected it but he did not have reason to abhor those who were of a higher power than he was.
Quinn didn’t question the thought. Instead, he stopped and looked out over the ocean with bright eyes, pondering. A new land he had come to, a new world. A new designation, and a new path to follow and see where it would lead to.
He felt affinity for the ocean though, and so he had come to stand here and so he did. The slowly rising tide was finally touching his hooves, as he sank into the sand.
Quinn smiled.
There was something of an easy, arrogant air about him. The walk in which he moved was so similar to the striding of his sire who he had long left behind. He only yearned to see his sister, but who was he to know what fate would show him?
He laughed at his own thought. His fate was his own, and he’d be the one who controlled it. He was not one who was subject to the whims of gods and demons without question – this was the manner in which his sire had taught him. He’d learned it and respected it but he did not have reason to abhor those who were of a higher power than he was.
Quinn didn’t question the thought. Instead, he stopped and looked out over the ocean with bright eyes, pondering. A new land he had come to, a new world. A new designation, and a new path to follow and see where it would lead to.
He felt affinity for the ocean though, and so he had come to stand here and so he did. The slowly rising tide was finally touching his hooves, as he sank into the sand.
Quinn smiled.
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