New Romantics
She had been awaiting his return, it had been long since she had seen him. She had been a filly then, now she had grown into her own skin she was older her figure more graceful and perfected then before.
She had seen him coming, his ebony silhouette shifted at almost a limp. She felt sorry for him, less for those he brought pain upon. For he was special to her, he had renewed his friendship with her before he left, like an obedient soldier.
She weaved through the golden ferns, until she found him his body submerged in the spring of the oasis. Blood danced within the waters flowing out of his multiple wounds, holes in his once beautiful crow feathered wings were visible. It hurt her to see him like this, it was like her heart shattered into a million pieces. "Phaedrus." She spoke her words softened with sympathy for her warrior.
"Your..wings.." She spoke tenderly, stepping into the blood danced waters towards him. She halted as the water went up to her knees, "What did they do to you?" She whispered the blood beckoned her forwards and she followed. Whisps of blue and black mane tickled her breast as she edged forwards, her muzzle reaching out for him.
She tenderly nudged him, in a tone of affection before examining his ruined wings along with the multiple wounds that lay a map of sores upon his body. He wasn't the same man she remembered, he was different a warrior a man of a past war between two regions of which he did not need to take part but, he did obediently.
Drama Queen Of Golden Plains