He had found a couple of mares. Though the one that was currently in his lands seemed slightly... bullheaded. The blue hued stallion thought maybe bringing another there may sooth the female and help her learn some patience. He wasn't any good at raising foals after all. Cry was evidence enough of that. Maybe another female would be able to assist with this young thing.
His wings unfurl and he takes off towards the feild. Flying over plains, rivers, and forest it does take him a while. Though the exercise is good for him, his wing no longer sore from that mock needed to be stretched. Finally he arrives, and before landing he sweeps over the creatures speckled across the open lands. None of them appeal to his gruff mood. They were all so boisterous. While he is here he might as well aproach a few creatures. One of which is a pure arabian. Now this was a rare sight indeed. Most lines were so contorted there hardly ever was anything pure about any one of them. This one though is quiet, and seemingly alone.
He kisses the ground with his hooves, trotting to slow his momentum. As soon as he along side her his wings fold drapping over her barrel. His teeth hotly breathing on her whithers. as for how long this lasts if he managed at all, well that was up to her. What is your name? he hums under his breathe. With a mischevious twinkle in his eyes. She seemed seemed practical. Guess he would soon find out if her appearance was deceiving. I'm Phaedrus, of Golden Plains. He wasn't going to offer his home just that moment. He needed to know if this would be a canidate after all. But who knows, maybe his patience would finally run out and he would force her. Ah well. Guess he would have to let his patience run thin first. Ok ok they were already thin, almost to breaking point. If he found himself being a dissapointment once more... he was tired of it. He was trying to change that. But he was finding that he was dissapointing himself now as well. That was going to far.
- Year: 233
- Season: Autumn
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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Somewhere else to be (AW) - by Vianne - 01-23-2016, 04:37 AM
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