04-20-2016, 01:02 PM
PHAEDRUS
He had to ask. What brings you away from the Dale on such a lovely day? as they announce themselves, the foal bravely stepping from her mother only to dash right back into the protective custody of her larger frame. As she does so the other stallion steps forward, and Phaedrus tenses slightly prepared if he should try to harm the two as he had promised he would to the other mare. He only touches the mare before starting to walk away. He relaxes slightly still keeping his eyes on the stag.
From this view he can see where he had scraped his teeth on the others haunches, using his elasticity to do so. His lips strain trying not to smile. Though Sheba is not as polite and fangs glisten in the light. He had been able to teach the last stallion that attempted forcing some manners, hopefully this one would learn as well. That’s a beautiful name Josie. I’m Sheba, and that big grump is Phaedrus. He lowers his head slightly sheepish that he had forgotten something so important. Sorry about that, he mumbles. He watches as she steps closer to the filly arching to whisper in her ear He’s really just an oversized bed of fluff, he just likes to act tough. Something about impressing the ladies. She giggles winking at the girl as if she had just given her the biggest secret ever.
When it came to serious matters Sheba could be the quietest and most deadly thing any could come across, just as his enormous mass could be/had been used to crush bones, but today and every other social encounter, the pair took turns in being the quiet stand offish one, and the forward chatty one. They both easily tired when not in solitude, so taking turns was probably the easiest way to get things done for the kingdom/herd. Not that either of them didn’t enjoy company, just talking had never been the favorite thing to do.
From this view he can see where he had scraped his teeth on the others haunches, using his elasticity to do so. His lips strain trying not to smile. Though Sheba is not as polite and fangs glisten in the light. He had been able to teach the last stallion that attempted forcing some manners, hopefully this one would learn as well. That’s a beautiful name Josie. I’m Sheba, and that big grump is Phaedrus. He lowers his head slightly sheepish that he had forgotten something so important. Sorry about that, he mumbles. He watches as she steps closer to the filly arching to whisper in her ear He’s really just an oversized bed of fluff, he just likes to act tough. Something about impressing the ladies. She giggles winking at the girl as if she had just given her the biggest secret ever.
When it came to serious matters Sheba could be the quietest and most deadly thing any could come across, just as his enormous mass could be/had been used to crush bones, but today and every other social encounter, the pair took turns in being the quiet stand offish one, and the forward chatty one. They both easily tired when not in solitude, so taking turns was probably the easiest way to get things done for the kingdom/herd. Not that either of them didn’t enjoy company, just talking had never been the favorite thing to do.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must