04-17-2016, 09:20 PM
PHAEDRUS
He nickers out across the border, waiting at its edge for the mare to make her appearance. Every minute agonizing as it crawls by, sweat begins to bead on his black coat. He shifts embarased at the whole escapade. His head dodging to his hooves when he finally does see her aproaching. Sheepishly chocolate eyes widen begging for understanding, searching for any sign that she might not hate him. Sorry about that, it was rude of me not to be there when you called. He shuffles his hooves unsure of how to continue. The cat cocks her head to the side looking up at the pretty coat. You look beautiful She spills out his thoughts and he glowers at the bobcat agian for the twentieth time that day. He keeps his wings tucked to his sides hoping to hide the scars, and telltale signs of why his presence had been lacking in the herd lands. Right after their meeting his kingdom called on him to fight, and fight he had. Now... well now that he was fully recovered left only wtih the reddened scars left from spikes on one side of him, he was making his rounds and checking up on the diplomatic, missions that his kingdom had sent him on. Along with checking up on the few recruits that he had encountered and accepted his offer of a home in the Golden Plains. I hope I can make it up to you.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
@[Sorea]