Qvillian
Legacy Name: Qvillian

Stats

Qvillian
The Arid Demi
Owner: Alixx

Nicknames: Q
Age: 26
Human Height: 6'2" / 188 cm
Quad Height: 4' to shoulder
Hair: White
Eyes: Rose

Story

“You realize you need him, don’t you?”

Quinten’s head jerked up at the voice, still short of breath and legs heavy as if his veins had filled with lead. The young man seemed to glow as if the light from the moon overhead emanated not from above, but instead from beneath his skin. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and the breeze that swept through the grassy park tugged at his shockingly white hair. Quinten clutched his chest through his shirt, as if it could mitigate the throbbing in his lungs.

“You aren’t asleep anymore,” the man said. “If you can’t accept that, it will find you and then what will you do? Run?” A disdainful smile tugged at his face. “Your pair has been considerate of you, but don’t think that you can escape him by running. He was anchored to you the second your neurons synapsed for the first time. He has been with you all your life. To think you can just run from him is pitiful.” His eyes narrowed. “Your desire to is disgusting.”

These last words escaped the man’s mouth in a cloud of fog as the air around him suddenly chilled. Quinten’s chest tightened in panic as the familiar black smoke twisted behind the man, but the one who materialized out of its inky depths was not Atalo -- instead it was a man identical to the one who stood before him, but with the color of his hair inverted so that, instead of resembling the bright white moon, it instead sucked in the light like the dark night that held it. Like Atalo, the sclera of his eyes were black.

“Give half of your heart to your pair,” Quillian said, “and he will give you everything.” Quillian’s pair stepped fully out of the smoke and onto solid ground, materialized fully in the realm of the living. Their fingers intertwined into a grip of eternal devotion. “And when the darkness comes for you, don’t run,” the white-haired man continued. “Fight.”