She's an actress; (Herds & Amazons)

[Phaedrus]

His raven wings were of course still slightly sore from the last mock that he had completed. The lady having proved to be a worthy practice mate, and one that he was proud to have said that he had done battle with. Still his activity, and skills needed great improvement. It had after all been quite some time since his youth and the Deserts experience. His training was rusty, but he had the patience to learn.

So instead of flying as he normally did. The stallion made his way through the trees on all fours, crisp breathes puffing into small clouds in front of him. Blue flame like hairs whipping against his toned neck and ankles. Dark chocolate eyes peering out from under the dark blue locks. Wings extended drooping so that the tips kissed the ground; allowing the cold breeze to flutter against his hide. Closing them would require the tensing of bruised muscle, something he wasn't quite ready for.

He spotted her peeking from a willow, a glint of silver and then it disappears. Well he could be grateful for the disuse of his wings this once. After all from the skies he would have never caught her under the leaves of this tree. Crisp white crunched beneath his hooves. The strength of his body resounds in the solid form of every step. Military through and through, he would never be anything but the representative of all those ready to die in the protection of what they held dear.

Slowly he approached. Nodding to her from his position in her periphial vision. I'm Phaedrus, As always short and simple. He glanced over her, taking note of her youth. I'm building a herd he pauses for a moment I dont confine, you are welcome to more then simply choosing my home. Its simply a safe place you would be welcome to call home. Ok he had talked way to much. With a shift of his hips his gruff voice settled, hanging in the crisp air. He didn't owe anyone anything, why was he spilling the beans right away anyways.

Phaedrus

DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY