Quillhart

There was an awkward silence that settled when Care became silent and Quillhart decided to put it to an end. [colour=#daa520]"Good! Anypony else?"[/colour]

Quillhart pushed away his quill and eyed through the paper. Pleased with the outcome he decided to continue on the story later; he pushed down the quill and ink into his saddle bag while he held up his paper with the other hoof. When he then smiled and turned back to put down the paper; it was suddenly nowhere to be found. Quillhart blinked a several times with a doubtful face and thought that he must be hallucinating. He finally realized that the paper really was gone and he began to look around the con to see where it had gone. And so he spotted it. It was soaring above the crowd a few meters from where he sat. Quillhart snatched his saddlebag with his mouth and initiated the hunt for the paper. He kept his eyes on the flying paper and didn't see the pony that ran into a table at the same time that he ran next to the very same table. The table flipped over and splashed a huge amount of paint on Quillhart. He was completely taken by surprise and Quillhart fell headlong to the floor as a consequence. He glanced up and noticed that his 'run in' had saved the majority of the ponies from getting their expensive costumes soaked with colour. All except from a few now very sorrowful ponies it is. The rest of the ponies gave Quilllhart a rather thankful look, and he assumed that they thought that Quillhart had ran in and protected their clothes on purpose. He suddenly remembered the pony that had ran into the table in the first place. Quillhart trotted around the table and noticed a pony's shape below a huge black cloud of flies. He fluttered his arms at the flies to make them fly away but he only received some nasty bites.[colour=#daa520] "Shoo! Bad flies! Can't you see that this pony has had enough already?!" [/colour]He grabbed a span of water from a cleaning lady and threw three colourful bits to her, [colour=#daa520]"Sorry, need to borrow this. An emergency."[/colour] He then turned back and poured the whole bucket - which content appeared to not be as fresh as Quillhart first thought - on the unfortunate pony. It actually worked. The flies gave away a last angry buzz before they flied away and Quillhart bowed down to help the pony up on his hoofs. [colour=#daa520]"Are you okay, sir? Sorry about the water... I... I only wanted to get rid of the flies for you."[/colour]

I realized that I didn't post the voice act... But I added it to my last post!

(is there a chance that I can jump in somewhere? ^^)

Cheerio! ^^ I'm a writer (typer) by heart and I've been writing since... ever. My stories tends to have a dark touch in them. (I don't know what's up with that, but it won't stop! ) ​I've only posted one story so far since I recently began to use FIMfiction. It's not my best one ever made but not my worst either so here you go if you want to check it out! The story is about Quillhart and his friends when they were out camping and things turned... Not quite as planned. http://www.fimfictio.../a-moonlit-path This is not my main story though, that title belongs to Time Spinner. It's a beautiful story about how the time was made and how time is controlled by two forces/persons. It begins with the story of the little colt: Time Spinner. The rest is to be read. It is a working progress though so I can only give you a preview. Here's the prologue! And if you still wan't to hear more; I also got a voice act from the very beginning of the story. It's voiced by my friend NeoExlucky who came up with the idea and owns the OC. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=4pRZz-liN6o

I have one thing that might be of interest to you But we may discuss that when you return

Quillhart glanced up at the newcomer and smiled. [colour=#daa520]"I agree! we should go and find his long lost parents." [/colour]He looked around on each of his friends.[colour=#daa520] "So, who's with me?!"[/colour]

(You blame me otherwise! )

(oooh, Nice! This thread is back in business! )

DARN IT FROST! I was totally typing that when you posted it! anyways... Welcome!

Oh my! that was fast AND epic! If you ever want a story so am I in your debt!

OH! OH! Draw me! Application <--- I always wanted a pic of Quillhart where he writes while he's holding off a timberwolf with his backer hoof But If that's too hard feel free to be creative!

Quillhart popped his head by the entrance door and scanned the area. His eyes moved rapidly from the left to the right behind his glasses when he pulled down his Daring Do hat to cover as much of his face as possible. He disliked it when he gained too much attention from other ponies so he sneaked carefully with a group of fans to avoid any unwanted gazes. He got inside without any problems and he gently pushed his hat upwards to get a better view of the place. He froze on the spot with his mouth wholly opened. It was truly a knockdown to see the huge room with thousands and thousands of ponies, plushies, and the best thing of it all, Daring Do was everywhere! His eyes glimmered and he smiled widely to himself. This was the truly biggest book con that he'd ever been on! He shook his head to get rid of the spell that the environment laid at him. [colour=#daa520]"Come on Quilly! Keep it cool. You don't want to stay dumbfounded on this spot the whole day, do you?" [/colour] He reached his hoof into his saddle bag, with his eyes still studying the environment, and pulled out a quill, some ink and a piece of paper and looked around for a nice place to sit. He noticed a nice spot the far corner to the right and he trotted in its direction and sprinted the last meters before he stopped, turned and slid the rest of the distant before he softly bumped into the corner in a relaxing position. He took a seat, looked up and sighed relived when he couldn't see that anypony had noticed him. He grabbed the quill and began to write frequently with his tongue bulging his right cheek and his dark eyes glimmering in concentration. The surrounding began to fade from his attention when he went deeper and deeper into the story that he wrote. It was about a pony who was a lot different from himself. A daring pony, a brave and heroes pony did not fear any adversities or conflicts. He sighed to himself, a pony who was a lot like Rainbow Dash. He kept on writing his little story with a lot of zeal and squinted eyes. A stir to the right with the quill and the pony saved a family from a burning house, a swirl to the left and he recovered from a deadly poison. He kept on writing and was now completely unaware of his surrounding, and sadly also the ponies who had stopped by and giggled to the funny, emotion-filled faces that he made while he wrote.

Huzzah! Just wanted to check to avoid some "awkward" situations

Oh wait, a book con? With an adventurous book?! I feel like the shy, adventourous and writing Quillhart should join! If that's okay with you?

Thanks, I noticed that.

Whoa wait, it's over deadline! So Quillhart can't join?... Darn... <--- look... you hurt his feelings.

still... yay...!

*flutter yay* (epic rhyme is epic)

<---Could Quillhart might be drawn? Application