03-21-2016, 03:25 PM
PHAEDRUS
Time to clap for the man of perpetual dissapointment. He had successfully stayed in the feild for a year, and attempted to aproach all that looked his way. He flexes his wings the cramped feeling quite uncomfortable. Shaking out his blue mane his chocolate eyes glance around the feild once more. How many trips would he be making back and forth? A quick snort at this thought errupts from his nostrils. Wasn't really a trip for him anyways, he could make it in almost one bound if he really tried to apply himself. Though rarely did he use that gift to its full advantage. Favorite time being in the middle of a battle. Wrapping around a throat to mercilessly take ones life is all the thrill one ever will need.
Another shake of his head, a blink of his eye and he can see another mare. Alone, he grunts to himself. What is up with these females? Were they asking for some stupid male to sneak up on them and force claim them? Well not him. No he nickers to the lady, hoping that he wouldn't desturb her unable to tell if she was simply resting her eyes or actually sleeping. Hi His baratone vocals reach out to her. Keeping a respectful distance. I'm Phaedrus.
Tentively he steps closer You looking for a home? Ugh so many words. Standing tall, his head held high, his face expressionless he looks on thinking to himself. The birds, the butterflies, the muling conversations around, the grasses, the season... yea he was wandering again.
Another shake of his head, a blink of his eye and he can see another mare. Alone, he grunts to himself. What is up with these females? Were they asking for some stupid male to sneak up on them and force claim them? Well not him. No he nickers to the lady, hoping that he wouldn't desturb her unable to tell if she was simply resting her eyes or actually sleeping. Hi His baratone vocals reach out to her. Keeping a respectful distance. I'm Phaedrus.
Tentively he steps closer You looking for a home? Ugh so many words. Standing tall, his head held high, his face expressionless he looks on thinking to himself. The birds, the butterflies, the muling conversations around, the grasses, the season... yea he was wandering again.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must