04-22-2016, 01:26 AM
PHAEDRUS
Normally he stays along the borders, under the shadowy protection of the forest trees. This is where he picks his way along occassionally meeting a few lost creatures. Every so often tucking himself away to watch the bantering antics of other horses. Sheba would use this time to prowl around and startle every horse with in sight. Never did her fangs touch their hide. Still the distance was pleasant, quiet, yet at the same time busy, and intertaining. Today though there is few horses, and it is almost winter, if he was ever to make a last ditch effort today would be that day.
Winter was coming, the soft undercoat was dulling out the shine of his ebony fur. His dark blue mane had finally finished growing back from the war, full and long it tickled his chest each step causing a waft of a shimmer. Wings tuck at his sides careful not bump into anything unwarrented. Its then that he spots a creature polar opposite of himself. Yet something drew him closer, some unknown reason brought his curiousity to life. As dark as his coat is hers is whiter, as richly blue as his mane is, hers is more pale then the sky itself. It added a sort of witchy aura to her. Sheba could sense it as well. She prowled beside him, soft paws taking step by careful step. Scuz my interuption. He smiles to the other stallion, acknowledging the lady as well.
I'm Phaedrus of the Dale, and Golden Plains He has a flicker of a memory of this stallion, a young stag ready to jump on the first opportunity to prove himself. A twinkle of mischief arises in his eyes, my had this one grown into quite the gentleman. Having heard of nothing about how he treated his mares, Phaedrus could only hope that the lesson he had taught the young creature had extended to that was well.
He had just missed the others introduction, and even as the season brought many stallions out of hiding. For Phaedrus it was simply a time to watch. A time to mull over lifes unexpected turns, and lusty control that filled the air. Horses that were normally peaceful creatures would turn violent and take anything that walked there way. Mares that would normally hide and steer away from the males made an attempt to grab their attention. Maybe this is why he had decided to stay in the shadows? Well it was to late to turn back now.
Winter was coming, the soft undercoat was dulling out the shine of his ebony fur. His dark blue mane had finally finished growing back from the war, full and long it tickled his chest each step causing a waft of a shimmer. Wings tuck at his sides careful not bump into anything unwarrented. Its then that he spots a creature polar opposite of himself. Yet something drew him closer, some unknown reason brought his curiousity to life. As dark as his coat is hers is whiter, as richly blue as his mane is, hers is more pale then the sky itself. It added a sort of witchy aura to her. Sheba could sense it as well. She prowled beside him, soft paws taking step by careful step. Scuz my interuption. He smiles to the other stallion, acknowledging the lady as well.
I'm Phaedrus of the Dale, and Golden Plains He has a flicker of a memory of this stallion, a young stag ready to jump on the first opportunity to prove himself. A twinkle of mischief arises in his eyes, my had this one grown into quite the gentleman. Having heard of nothing about how he treated his mares, Phaedrus could only hope that the lesson he had taught the young creature had extended to that was well.
He had just missed the others introduction, and even as the season brought many stallions out of hiding. For Phaedrus it was simply a time to watch. A time to mull over lifes unexpected turns, and lusty control that filled the air. Horses that were normally peaceful creatures would turn violent and take anything that walked there way. Mares that would normally hide and steer away from the males made an attempt to grab their attention. Maybe this is why he had decided to stay in the shadows? Well it was to late to turn back now.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must