Quillhart

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! ^^

http://www.canterlot...55198_thumb.png

And his application of course

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?

The deadline to join passed a long time ago...

The one to stay in the group just passed recently. Which you would have also missed.

Thanks, I noticed that.

Whoa wait, it's over deadline! So Quillhart can't join?...

Darn...

<--- look... you hurt his feelings.

still... yay...!

Yes he may!

*flutter yay*

(epic rhyme is epic)

<---Could Quillhart might be drawn?

Application

Umm, where did the info go?

Oh that profile pic fits so good for that phrase xD

Welcome! Hmm, frostfauna seems to be too slow, so I'll just...

Enjoy your stay!

Salutations!

please, except the warmest welcome from me! If I have to believe the cap covered friend of yours, I've been told that you're an excellent text criticizer. Is this true?

Well I guess I'll give you a proper welcome here!

Enjoy your stay!

Quillhart's log

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Quillhart

[mainly used character]

Warning, very big image ahead.

Quillhart // Earthpony // Male // Young stallion // Application

//Threads

Dead threads

%5BFillydelphia%5D The Itailian Job Act 1: Planning phase [open!]

[Currently dead]

(Outside Ponyville) Daringcon General (Open)

[Also dead]

Insula Errata - Part I - Unkown Shore %5BClosed%5D
[We're still alive!]

Getting the Troupe Back Together [Open to Traveling Players; PM for Info]

[Acrobatic skills are shown!]

ROTL 2013

[i'm too lazy to link here]

Active threads

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Shift

​[Fabulous Gem-seller]

I'm sorry...

Shift // Diamond Dog // Female // Adult // Application

//Threads

None

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Punk Walker

[The black sheep]

Punk Walker // Pegasus // Male // Stallion // Application

//Threads

Meet My Parents: Canterlot Cataclysm (Closed)

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I CLAIM THIS PLACE!

This is my character

http://www.canterlot...uillhart-ready/

I would love to have one where he lays on the ground and writes while he's keeping of a timberwolf with his backer hoof. xD But uhm whatever you do is fine... I will be glad to have one anyways. Oh, and the discolouration on his flank around his cutiemark. Do not add that please xD And feel free to improve his cutiemark as much as you wish I made it myself so I would actually appreciate it!

(I'm a post... But I do not exist)

Quillhart walked through the town with heavy hoofs and with his saddlebag tightly strapped by his side. The bag rattled and rustled in the rhythm to his hoof steps. His brown fur was covered with dust and his two coloured brown mane sprawled more than usual. He had bruises all over his hoofs but his eyes were steady and he had a decisively face. His black squared glasses had a crack straight through the right lens. He looked a bit dangerous but he was unarmed, ponies glared at him as he walked past them but nopony stopped by him to ask him about his wounds.

If a pony knew anything about this pony, he would know that he was rather harmless. Quillhart was never armed and he truly disliked to hurt his fellow ponies. He was very shy but still very kind and loyal to all those he called his friends. He was a writer and that could be seen by his cutiemark; A quill writing in a book. What a pony couldn't see was that he was also an adventurer. He experienced adventures and wrote about them, he was often a bit bullied by other adventures for not being so violent. He had been called names many times in his days, names like: Quillsword and the walking book. But he didn't mind that, he was used to it.

Quillhart walked by the bar when he suddenly stopped realizing what it was. He smiled to himself, he could really have use for a refreshing drink. He walked to the door and lifted his hoof to open it but he hesitated. He had never been here before, they might not be so welcoming to somepony in his current shape. He shook his head. [colour=#daa520]"A fair try, half received I guess"[/colour] And so he slowly opened the door and tried to sneak in without anypony noticing. pity enough, that attempt was blown by the door bell. He jumped a little because of the sudden sound. He recovered quickly and tried to keep his face cool, hoping that nopony had noticed his sudden movement. He noticed somepony that looked to be a bartener but he was busy talking to some mysterious pony with a shaved head. He could recognize on his accent that he was Itailian. He sneaked in thinking that it would be best to let them talk alone. He could hear a crowd of ponies speaking underneath him and he decided to walk downstairs to see if there was somepony that he knew down there. He walked down silently and saw a room filled with ponies. Some of them had heard him and turned to watch the new guest, many of those didn't go back to their drinks. He stood still, trying to ignore the glances he gained, he tried to see if he could see somepony he recognize. He noticed a red Pegasus by one table according to a friends description of a friend. He trotted over and felt really awkward. [colour=#daa520]"Ehm... I'm sorry... But is it possible that you are Fire Walker? Sorry..."[/colour] He didn't knew what he was doing, what he did now was against everything he'd ever done. He felt very uncomfortable with it.

(ahhh, good fun I think I managed to show that Everypony can make a different. Even those without extra powers, like magic and wings. However, I guess you would like to hear the ending of our faithful little quilly, Eh? Well, lets jump back to his story, shall we?)

Quillhart felt how the pain floated away, he even realized that he could see everything clear as water. He blinked a little to get used to it. He notified that everything seemed to get back to normal, he could see how all of his friends were together and tried to get everything straight. Everypony except moonlit who sat by his side. He smiled widely. "We did it! We survived?!" He was both happy and surprised. "wow..." He turned to moonlit with a smile. "Did we really make it through this day?" He hugged her tightly and smiled, a relieved sigh was heard. "happy heart and hoofs day!"

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(later that day, by the afternoon and when Quillhart had had his longest nap ever.)

Quillhart yawned loudly and stretched his body. He smacked a few times because of his dry mouth. He'd collapsed on his bed almost instantly when he got home. He thought of his friends and moonlit. Especially moonlit. He smiled to himself. The experience had really pulled them all together. He hoped they would pay him a visit someday. He grabbed a quill and a paper and began to write about that special day. He chuckled, it was a bit funny indeed.

(our Ponies should meet up again someday! )

(this post does not exist)

Quillhart chuckled but stopped when he realized the pain it coused. He laid his hoof on his stomach and moaned. "Yeah the other choice was to fight the time master with my bare hoofs." He shook his head but realized that it coused too much pain. "suicide I tell you." He turned to the other pony and squinted to see her through the blurr. "Moonlit? Is that really you?!" He tried to threw himself to give her a hug but the pain killed the try. "I would love to be in a better shape!" He smiled with tired eyes, he had been through more than a pony should experience. He kept smiling. "And if it's not too troublesome, I would love to get my sight back." He heard silver shout at him for being stupidly brave. He shook his head again but he also did regret that once more. "stupid yes. Brave, not one second. I shivered like a new born foul on the inside." He glanced at time. "Time is quite scary when he's cranky."

Quillhart looked in times eyes and everything that had happened that day flashed through his head. His pupils shrank to a minimum. "You!..." He tried to pull himself backwards but he couldn't get anywhere. "You tried to Kill me!" Quillhart looked into his eyes and saw his true regret. His pupils went normal again. He smiled slightly at him. "Come here so I can give you a hug buddy." He tried to sit up but he began to fall against the floor again.

Quillhart woke up once more, he looked around with a confused face. "I... I'm alive?..." He tried to sit up but he couldn't. He was really confused, everything was blurred. He realized his glasses was gone. "Where... Where am I?" He tried to lift his hand to his face but he only managed to lift it a few inches. "I'm so weak..." He thought to himself.

Quillhart heard a dark voice somewhere around. "Quillhart... We'll have you. No use to resist." evil laughter was heard everywhere. "you and your friends!" Quillhart was frightened, he had serious panic. "NO!" He ripped himself back with all his strength. He woke up and sat up on a second. He looked on his side with widely opened eyes and shook his head at his friends. "I'm so, so sorry..." His eyes rolled backwards and he fell back against the ground.