PHAEDRUS
She prowls forawrd muscles coiled, hunting out her next victim of social graces. Its then that the stallion distractedly picks up the sent of the other stallion he had met earlier. The aggressive style ruffling more than just his mental feathers.
Turning from the path of the kitten he makes his way along his wings lifted just hovering over his black coat. Cobalt mane flashing in the sun. When he sees a mare and her child, and roving his eyes over the same stallion that he had been looking for. Warely he approaches. Chuckling at the foal with a nod to the mare and the other stallion. A grim line thins itself out over his lips as he tenses around this creature.
He hated it when other stallions thought themselves able to abuse without reprocussions. Society here had surpassed that style of life long ago, in no way did he intend to let it fall back into that sort of pattern. Of the Dale His nostrils had flared taking in the scent of his homeland. He's Phaedrus, I'm Sheba hun. You have an adorable foal there. Whats your name little one? She flickered her head around to the stallion hissing under her breath how rude could he get. She really needed to teach him some manners, not unlike the other flaming stag beside him.
He rolls his eyes at the cats flare for diplomacy. Just as much as she liked her solitude, and silence when it came to interaction she was far more advanced than himself. It didn't stop the friendly fire that they spit back and forth though. He was used to it it seemed that females had a nack for the dramatics. Almost as if it was unavoidable.
Turning from the path of the kitten he makes his way along his wings lifted just hovering over his black coat. Cobalt mane flashing in the sun. When he sees a mare and her child, and roving his eyes over the same stallion that he had been looking for. Warely he approaches. Chuckling at the foal with a nod to the mare and the other stallion. A grim line thins itself out over his lips as he tenses around this creature.
He hated it when other stallions thought themselves able to abuse without reprocussions. Society here had surpassed that style of life long ago, in no way did he intend to let it fall back into that sort of pattern. Of the Dale His nostrils had flared taking in the scent of his homeland. He's Phaedrus, I'm Sheba hun. You have an adorable foal there. Whats your name little one? She flickered her head around to the stallion hissing under her breath how rude could he get. She really needed to teach him some manners, not unlike the other flaming stag beside him.
He rolls his eyes at the cats flare for diplomacy. Just as much as she liked her solitude, and silence when it came to interaction she was far more advanced than himself. It didn't stop the friendly fire that they spit back and forth though. He was used to it it seemed that females had a nack for the dramatics. Almost as if it was unavoidable.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must