03-21-2016, 07:11 PM
PHAEDRUS
He sidles closer to her, reaching out to brush his muzzle against her cheek in a tender welcoming. I'm offering if you are interested. He gives her space again out of respect. Its called the golden plains, there is a beautiful oasis there, two others that are extremely nice, and a herd of deer as well. His blue locks fall in his eyes for a moment. Nodding to the other male as he aproaches and announces his presence.
Letting the two chat together for a moment, he waits for her response serienely there was no chance that he was going to be desperate. What did he have to be desperate for anyways? Not like he stood a chance. In all likelyhood she would go with the other stallion, just as most others did.
What about him was so repulsive, maybe it was the draftly build? The blue hue on his mane and tail? Was it the gigantic black wings? Maybe the elasticity scared them off. But how did they all manage to know about it when he had only showed it to his enemies and those in his small little herd. With the except of Weir of course. His best friend couldn't be left out, after all he had failed to keep the other stag safe in the moment that counted the most. That war still haunted him through the nights. He shudders at the lingering thought. Before his attention is snapped back to the present.
Letting the two chat together for a moment, he waits for her response serienely there was no chance that he was going to be desperate. What did he have to be desperate for anyways? Not like he stood a chance. In all likelyhood she would go with the other stallion, just as most others did.
What about him was so repulsive, maybe it was the draftly build? The blue hue on his mane and tail? Was it the gigantic black wings? Maybe the elasticity scared them off. But how did they all manage to know about it when he had only showed it to his enemies and those in his small little herd. With the except of Weir of course. His best friend couldn't be left out, after all he had failed to keep the other stag safe in the moment that counted the most. That war still haunted him through the nights. He shudders at the lingering thought. Before his attention is snapped back to the present.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must