03-21-2016, 03:10 PM
PHAEDRUS
He was the epitamy of dissapointment. Not even a queen could raise him without dissapointment.
Echos in his mind, scars punctuating each word into his ebony hide. Tangles of cobalt tufts slowly filling up the spaces of missing mane, though a few patches still remained bare. Misery, desolation, and most of all depression. He was in the habbit of finding himself wandering in the feild this last year more often then not. Searching always searching, hoping to find any soul that would offer encouragement . His own personal encouragement his eyes roll at that thought. It was completely and totally a selfish way of asking for praise. But praise for what? What had he ever done to deserve praise? Surely nothing of value.
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 mare with the company of a stallion. This was never a good sign. Always better to be safe then sorry. Nodding to each. 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.
Echos in his mind, scars punctuating each word into his ebony hide. Tangles of cobalt tufts slowly filling up the spaces of missing mane, though a few patches still remained bare. Misery, desolation, and most of all depression. He was in the habbit of finding himself wandering in the feild this last year more often then not. Searching always searching, hoping to find any soul that would offer encouragement . His own personal encouragement his eyes roll at that thought. It was completely and totally a selfish way of asking for praise. But praise for what? What had he ever done to deserve praise? Surely nothing of value.
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 mare with the company of a stallion. This was never a good sign. Always better to be safe then sorry. Nodding to each. 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