an early blooming
~prophecy~ | quintavius quentrell & quetzal| male
~prophecy~ | quintavius quentrell & quetzal| male
it was cold, cold he had never felt before. quetzal breathed in deeply, sucking in crisp cold air that was sharper than any air his pair of lungs had ever felt. it was different and new. as always, he could sense quin was now looking at him, and thought he heard him whisper something. quetzal didn’t know what was going on, he couldn’t smell the flowers, it was cold, and quin’s footsteps sounding weird.
tracking theough the heavy snow, quintavius was on a journey. he had moped along the whole way, bored because he had noone to talk to. usually he talked to quetzal, but he would be hibernating for at least another two weeks or until winter was over. (you see, quetzal goes into hibernation every year just before winter starts, during that he lays dormant and usually just hovers on autopilot until he wakes.) quintavius looked around at his surroundings and was grumpy at the fact that there was a lack in change of scenery: trees, trees, trees, oh!! nah its just more trees. other than his footsteps, everything was quiet, but as he was walking a thin branch gave way and snapped, plummeting to the ground with a big crash. quintavius flinched and his body went still from fright. he hadn’t known what had happened, and he was too scared to move completely. he held his body still, but slowly moved his head, and found... still tail moving too? quin could swear he felt quetzal move a bit. he saw the branch, and quickly scattered away. “it can’t be quetzal, its way too early. my silly imagination was just running wild from the scare.”
“why won’t he pay attention to me?” quetzal questioned to himself. he shook himself slightly to get quin’s attention, but that failed as quin only stiffened up more.“why isn’t he telling me what’s going on?” quetzal pouted, making a grunt and throwing himself on the ground in a tantrum. to his surprise, the ground wasn’t soft and filled with tickly grass, instead he plummeted himself right into a fluffy, yet extremely cold substance. quetzal was unfamiliar with snow, and screamed bloody murder at the feeling of the shocking, extreme coldness seep throughout his body.
quintavius kept feeling quetzal move. “what is he dreaming?” he rolled his eyes, getting annoyed at the swaying tail. quin tried to walk as smoothly as possible for his friend to supply a less bumpy ride. hearing the familiar sound, quin stopped walking and whipped his head around to see quetzal throw himself right into the snow. quin immediately knew this was an accident, and covered his ears right in time for the shrilling, spine tingling shriek quetzal let out. quin shut his eyes and winced at the sound, but he could feel quetzal throwing himself around while making slightly less painful wails. quintavius planted his feet firmly on the ground and stood silent, his head and front body turned to give a harsh glare at queztal. as quetzal went through his tantrum, quin stared coldy, not once looking away, for he knew quetzal could sense him.
with frustration, quetzal tried to shake the cold stuff off of him. “help me! come on! do something!” he wailed, but it was no use, quin couldn’t understand him.
tracking theough the heavy snow, quintavius was on a journey. he had moped along the whole way, bored because he had noone to talk to. usually he talked to quetzal, but he would be hibernating for at least another two weeks or until winter was over. (you see, quetzal goes into hibernation every year just before winter starts, during that he lays dormant and usually just hovers on autopilot until he wakes.) quintavius looked around at his surroundings and was grumpy at the fact that there was a lack in change of scenery: trees, trees, trees, oh!! nah its just more trees. other than his footsteps, everything was quiet, but as he was walking a thin branch gave way and snapped, plummeting to the ground with a big crash. quintavius flinched and his body went still from fright. he hadn’t known what had happened, and he was too scared to move completely. he held his body still, but slowly moved his head, and found... still tail moving too? quin could swear he felt quetzal move a bit. he saw the branch, and quickly scattered away. “it can’t be quetzal, its way too early. my silly imagination was just running wild from the scare.”
“why won’t he pay attention to me?” quetzal questioned to himself. he shook himself slightly to get quin’s attention, but that failed as quin only stiffened up more.“why isn’t he telling me what’s going on?” quetzal pouted, making a grunt and throwing himself on the ground in a tantrum. to his surprise, the ground wasn’t soft and filled with tickly grass, instead he plummeted himself right into a fluffy, yet extremely cold substance. quetzal was unfamiliar with snow, and screamed bloody murder at the feeling of the shocking, extreme coldness seep throughout his body.
quintavius kept feeling quetzal move. “what is he dreaming?” he rolled his eyes, getting annoyed at the swaying tail. quin tried to walk as smoothly as possible for his friend to supply a less bumpy ride. hearing the familiar sound, quin stopped walking and whipped his head around to see quetzal throw himself right into the snow. quin immediately knew this was an accident, and covered his ears right in time for the shrilling, spine tingling shriek quetzal let out. quin shut his eyes and winced at the sound, but he could feel quetzal throwing himself around while making slightly less painful wails. quintavius planted his feet firmly on the ground and stood silent, his head and front body turned to give a harsh glare at queztal. as quetzal went through his tantrum, quin stared coldy, not once looking away, for he knew quetzal could sense him.
with frustration, quetzal tried to shake the cold stuff off of him. “help me! come on! do something!” he wailed, but it was no use, quin couldn’t understand him.
