03-21-2016, 02:08 PM
PHAEDRUS
No one could claim to know him, for he barely knew himself. He wasn't angry, he had never tasted the cup of sadness. His drought had been that of coldness. A grey world full of nothing. He didn't feel like he was anything, he didn't feel that the world owed him a drop. No He was the epitamy of dissapointment. There has and never would be a soul that could come across him and think of him as something more then that. For that was all he had been, all that he would be. People would always want more of him, and yet he would always give less. The more they expected the worse they would receive from him. Not even a queen could raise him without dissapointment.
This was a conversation often repeated in his thoughts. Rittled with the scars of one battle, his herd completely silent and miserable. His kingdom further into depression than ever before. He found himself still wandering in the feild searching for any soul that would offer any encouragement to the kingdom and/or herd. Depending on their tastes of course. Maybe it was for his own personal encouragement. Maybe it was completely and totally a selfish way of asking if he was indeed worthy of the gifts he had.
But his chances of success were fading by the day... if there was any chance to begin with. Plodding through the feild his eyes settle on a lone mare. Hi he grunts to he in greeting. He had tried to be the friendly easy going talkative pal that most would like. But it just wasn't in him. It wore him out and he found himself always trying to seclude and isolate himself after such encounters. I'm Phaedrus he pauses a slight distance away wary of any flicker of discomfort from her. of the Dale He adds it as an after thought.
This was a conversation often repeated in his thoughts. Rittled with the scars of one battle, his herd completely silent and miserable. His kingdom further into depression than ever before. He found himself still wandering in the feild searching for any soul that would offer any encouragement to the kingdom and/or herd. Depending on their tastes of course. Maybe it was for his own personal encouragement. Maybe it was completely and totally a selfish way of asking if he was indeed worthy of the gifts he had.
But his chances of success were fading by the day... if there was any chance to begin with. Plodding through the feild his eyes settle on a lone mare. Hi he grunts to he in greeting. He had tried to be the friendly easy going talkative pal that most would like. But it just wasn't in him. It wore him out and he found himself always trying to seclude and isolate himself after such encounters. I'm Phaedrus he pauses a slight distance away wary of any flicker of discomfort from her. of the Dale He adds it as an after thought.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must