04-22-2016, 08:57 PM
PHAEDRUS
He can't help but chuckle at the fillies excitement. Sheba bounding after her to provide protection while the adults took their time talking. Powerful haunches leaping and swallowing the ground beneath her until she is along side Josie where she slows to a lope keeping pace with the youngster.
He watches them as they dissapear from sight She'll make sure that no harm comes to Josie. And then she responds and he can't help a bashful smile. As she starts to run off brushing agians t him he cranes his neck giving her muscled hindquarters a teasing nip. Before he begins to run, though he is powerful, she definetely had the lighter build and probably could outrun him any day of the week he stays close to her tail as he could launching himself forward, straining his muscles to keep up with her and the rest of the small pack.
Stretching his legs slightly he dashes up along side her, legs unussually long and eating away the earth beneath them at an unussual pace for someone so monstrously big. Cutting through the battle plains the forest on the other side would provide shade as they ventured closer to home. At this time he finally slowed looking to the child wondering just how exhausted the run had made her. maybe we should slow the pace. I mean the Golden Plains are practically polar oposite of the feild in beqanna. We are about half there.
Sheba pants standing by his side, as he walks along. Finally the forest comes into sight and along with it the hoot of an owl. Cutting through the trees and plodding past the snapping brush, twigs and needles crackle underhoof. Then there is a break from the shadowy shade of the forest. Gold flowed out befor ethem gushing with life and herd mates. He pauses stepping aside so that the two could take it in as they chose to.
He watches them as they dissapear from sight She'll make sure that no harm comes to Josie. And then she responds and he can't help a bashful smile. As she starts to run off brushing agians t him he cranes his neck giving her muscled hindquarters a teasing nip. Before he begins to run, though he is powerful, she definetely had the lighter build and probably could outrun him any day of the week he stays close to her tail as he could launching himself forward, straining his muscles to keep up with her and the rest of the small pack.
Stretching his legs slightly he dashes up along side her, legs unussually long and eating away the earth beneath them at an unussual pace for someone so monstrously big. Cutting through the battle plains the forest on the other side would provide shade as they ventured closer to home. At this time he finally slowed looking to the child wondering just how exhausted the run had made her. maybe we should slow the pace. I mean the Golden Plains are practically polar oposite of the feild in beqanna. We are about half there.
Sheba pants standing by his side, as he walks along. Finally the forest comes into sight and along with it the hoot of an owl. Cutting through the trees and plodding past the snapping brush, twigs and needles crackle underhoof. Then there is a break from the shadowy shade of the forest. Gold flowed out befor ethem gushing with life and herd mates. He pauses stepping aside so that the two could take it in as they chose to.