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NATHANAEL Time spent in that hell hole the portal threw him into is kept rather short for rather obvious reasons. Mostly it centers around his mission to find Miykael and, hopefully, high tail it out of there with the old man in tow. Of course, his plan is completely impossible but he doesn't know what happened to the fallen angel, he doesn't know that Kisamoa practically snapped his father into nonexistence in a puff of black smoke. It's also rather unclear whether he'd see other familiar faces here or that he would nearly bump into one this very day. Upon leaving the portal, the dark slate stallion leaves his wings retracted and hidden - unwilling to test the thunderous flight again so soon - not after what it did to him. The effects were decidedly brief, lasting mere seconds but it would likely prove to add to his problems. Travel by hoof, though, would decidedly take longer: not looking forward to that. The dark stallion is a sight to behold, undoubtedly handsome with his pale grey-blue eyes and varying shades of dark slate. His build is thicker and more muscled than his father's, though he's shorter in stature. An overly confident bad boy type, he's flirtatious and cocky when he's within sight of a pretty face and soft curves. In that he is the complete opposite of his father; yet they are similar in so many other ways. Nathanael has always been quick to flash a roguish smile, where his father was more likely to lean towards chivalrous gentleman. Perhaps it is due to his youth or perhaps he simply lacks someone to refine his manners. Though, where's the fun in being so stuck up? Life's more fun when it isn't taken so seriously (which is, of course, the very thought process that gets him into trouble.) Headed west, Nate never allows his gaze to fall stagnant. Pale eyes constantly search his surroundings - finding a sincere lack in female company along the way - for any sign of Miykael. This strange world is surprisingly quiet, perhaps eerily so. At least, until a vibrant forest several paces ahead gives him reason to pause and squint against the glow of the bright yellow flowers. When his eyes finally adjust to the sudden brightness, his gaze scans the new forest. Instead of trees, there are absurdly large ferns - ferns that make him feel like he's been shoved into some sort of strange universe designed for giants. Just as he's about to step closer to investigate, a loud sneeze rings out - successfully interrupting his plan. Nate proceeds forward, slipping easily beneath the massive fern fronds, and follows his senses until he spies her, scratching her legs with an intensity that he simply couldn't resist. He doesn't notice the colt flopped gracelessly behind her, not right away. "Hey." he begins, his deep voice laced with roguish charm. Grey-blue gaze travels over her dark green and white figure. She might be older but there's no denying that beautiful face. "Did it hurt when you..." Nate adds but his words trail off as his gaze drops lower and he finally notices the foal behind her. Oh. he mouths, instantly backpedaling and putting on his business only face. Nate isn't father material and he sure as hell isn't about to flirt with a mother (not because she isn't still attractive, because she is, but he isn't looking to get into a fight with the foal's father.) "So, uh... I'm actually looking for someone. Did you know a guy named Miykael? From Helovia?" It's just business, really. He wasn't really about to flirt with her. Nope. Talk about awkward. If he manages to come out of this unscathed, it will be a miracle. demons run when a good man goes to war

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and bring on the cheesy pick up lines! XD maybe later but omg I've missed him so much. -dies-