04-18-2016, 10:12 PM
PHAEDRUS
The one and only The cats fanged grin taking a dip with the nod of her head. Her claws flexing, and jowls watering. The young stallion looked like a good canidate for a hunt, young, fresh, the thrill of the spirit and the delicious tender meat he could provide. As he begins a retort she satisfies herself with a spitting hiss in his direction not bothering to turn more than her head towards him. Well, yes I can... Dale magic and all. Will do that to some creatures I suppose Sheba couldn't help but take a second to ponder on this. Why would a talking bobcat be any different then that of a talking horse... then agian she didn't know much about these things and it was probably better left up to the fairies rather then her brain to headache over.
His lips twitch as an idea forms. feathers rankled he extends the extra apendages out further beating against the air in frustration. The cat lets out a loud spitting hiss towards the male right before he decides to take of. He is just about to take flight and herd the stallion away from the woman when he decides to do that on his own. But the temption is to great for him to resist. Snaking out his neck after the male. His teeth rake against the boy's hindquarters when he gets to be about two horse lengths away. Drawing his neck back into proportion he shakes out his blue mane grunting in greeting towards the woman. Is there anything else that you could use assistance with? His words though no longer growling still hold some of the begrudging rumble in still in his throat.
His lips twitch as an idea forms. feathers rankled he extends the extra apendages out further beating against the air in frustration. The cat lets out a loud spitting hiss towards the male right before he decides to take of. He is just about to take flight and herd the stallion away from the woman when he decides to do that on his own. But the temption is to great for him to resist. Snaking out his neck after the male. His teeth rake against the boy's hindquarters when he gets to be about two horse lengths away. Drawing his neck back into proportion he shakes out his blue mane grunting in greeting towards the woman. Is there anything else that you could use assistance with? His words though no longer growling still hold some of the begrudging rumble in still in his throat.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must