03-22-2016, 07:59 PM
PHAEDRUS
He grunts, fighting the rolling pebbles towards the shore. Just as he does so, the... well not so little filly comes approaches. You've grown quite a bit little one. He tuffles her mane in affectionate greeting. Teasing her with the title. He was suprised to realize just how long he had been away. Honestly not knowing how to apologize once more for failing to be of more apropriate company. Before he can continue though he spots the mare that he had met earlier in the feild. Like she said. Its ok, just the regular politics of kingdom life. He breaks off for a moment tail swishing against the grasses. New Romantics, meet Riva, Riva this is New Romantics... but you probably heard me the first time He gives a cheesy grin trying to cover the tiredness that the battle had left there. Draping his injured wing over the newly developed mare.
What drew him to the Dale? Maybe because as far as far away from good could get was failure. The Dale was ussually not considered the top of the food chain. But not only was it not at the top of the food chain like the deserts or Valley, it was also everything the Deserts were not... or the Valley for that matter. His own mother and father having birthed him in the Valley. Lived their lives in the Valley, abandoned him to his Aunt in the Dessert for the Valley. Why not stay with the Deserts then? Because... Mimicry. He tried to make everything up to his mother, raise the child right, maybe then his disappointing habbits could take a turn and he would be excepted in his family once more. But no eventually even Mimicry disappeared leaving him in the dust.
Thus here he was. With a thin herd of fiesty females. All of whom had one or another reason for wanting nothing to do with him. And serving a kingdom that he continued to fail for as well. No need to leave Riva you just arrived. Would be nice to know how you are faring these days. His wings flutter out drooping to his sides kissing the long grasses as he strides closer to her hoping that Roma would follow and remain under the feathery black wing. He had no intentions of ignoring the other mare at all. Simply engaging everyone was something so deeply threaded into his nature that more often then not it would get him into trouble... oh wait... it already had. Well obviously that wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. And how are you faring as well Roma? I hop eyou were not to terribly bored.
What drew him to the Dale? Maybe because as far as far away from good could get was failure. The Dale was ussually not considered the top of the food chain. But not only was it not at the top of the food chain like the deserts or Valley, it was also everything the Deserts were not... or the Valley for that matter. His own mother and father having birthed him in the Valley. Lived their lives in the Valley, abandoned him to his Aunt in the Dessert for the Valley. Why not stay with the Deserts then? Because... Mimicry. He tried to make everything up to his mother, raise the child right, maybe then his disappointing habbits could take a turn and he would be excepted in his family once more. But no eventually even Mimicry disappeared leaving him in the dust.
Thus here he was. With a thin herd of fiesty females. All of whom had one or another reason for wanting nothing to do with him. And serving a kingdom that he continued to fail for as well. No need to leave Riva you just arrived. Would be nice to know how you are faring these days. His wings flutter out drooping to his sides kissing the long grasses as he strides closer to her hoping that Roma would follow and remain under the feathery black wing. He had no intentions of ignoring the other mare at all. Simply engaging everyone was something so deeply threaded into his nature that more often then not it would get him into trouble... oh wait... it already had. Well obviously that wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. And how are you faring as well Roma? I hop eyou were not to terribly bored.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must