04-22-2016, 02:31 AM
PHAEDRUS
He is taking a evening flight, the lands bare and forever gone beneath him. There was no reason for this to end, no reason for him not to close his eyes and enjoy the crisp autumn air. He was care free for once in his life. He had let go of the stress of the last few season had brought him. Let go of the dark past that ever clung to his back, hitching a ride to scream and wine as that of a new born foal.
But for a moment, a moment of soaring brings a different guilt, one that he couldn't quite shake. You know its got nothing to do with me. Be mad at yourself. Your the one creating me. The bobcat had hissed to him spitting in his face reflecting his own rage. His own darkness that shadowed over him. She was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He had to learn a different way to deal with her. He couldn't hate her as he wanted to. It was himself that he was enraged with anyways. His own thoughts that warred in his head. She was simply the reflection of a confusing conflict that bantered inside himself. Of course she would be confused and out of control. Still. He makes an angry dive balling himself up, rolling and folding until he literally was just a ball with two massave wings and a blue banner whipping out behindi him.
Just as he is getting ready to plow himself deep into the earth, much like how humans punch a wall. well that was before the wafting scent of a horse catches him off gaurd. This was not one of the herd. His wings scoop the air and he hears her call, a gentle melody on the wind. Soothing to the nerves. He would have to balloon himself like a pachuet if he didn't want to rip his wings to shreds. Stretching out the air billows cooling his temperature until his hooves touch the ground his body deflating until it lays crumpled on the grasses. Gathering up his muscles bones and tissues he forms back into the draftly stallion that he normally is.
Sheba was no where in sight, he had a flicker of hope that she would be waiting for him to return, but... turning his attention to the mare he nods to her. Well you know my name He shifts his breath slowing to a more regulated pace. He couldn't recall where he had seen her before, but it was rather embarrasing that he couldn't remember her name. You will have to excuse my manners, it seems your name slipped from my mind. his wings though sore felt amazing relaxed against his sides.
Its only then that he notices her tenseness. Would you like to take a walk? He offers hoping to ease her discomfort. His hide slick with sweat, and his mane sticky against the heat he wasn't sure just how rude he appeared to her, but he hoped that it wasn't to bad.
But for a moment, a moment of soaring brings a different guilt, one that he couldn't quite shake. You know its got nothing to do with me. Be mad at yourself. Your the one creating me. The bobcat had hissed to him spitting in his face reflecting his own rage. His own darkness that shadowed over him. She was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He had to learn a different way to deal with her. He couldn't hate her as he wanted to. It was himself that he was enraged with anyways. His own thoughts that warred in his head. She was simply the reflection of a confusing conflict that bantered inside himself. Of course she would be confused and out of control. Still. He makes an angry dive balling himself up, rolling and folding until he literally was just a ball with two massave wings and a blue banner whipping out behindi him.
Just as he is getting ready to plow himself deep into the earth, much like how humans punch a wall. well that was before the wafting scent of a horse catches him off gaurd. This was not one of the herd. His wings scoop the air and he hears her call, a gentle melody on the wind. Soothing to the nerves. He would have to balloon himself like a pachuet if he didn't want to rip his wings to shreds. Stretching out the air billows cooling his temperature until his hooves touch the ground his body deflating until it lays crumpled on the grasses. Gathering up his muscles bones and tissues he forms back into the draftly stallion that he normally is.
Sheba was no where in sight, he had a flicker of hope that she would be waiting for him to return, but... turning his attention to the mare he nods to her. Well you know my name He shifts his breath slowing to a more regulated pace. He couldn't recall where he had seen her before, but it was rather embarrasing that he couldn't remember her name. You will have to excuse my manners, it seems your name slipped from my mind. his wings though sore felt amazing relaxed against his sides.
Its only then that he notices her tenseness. Would you like to take a walk? He offers hoping to ease her discomfort. His hide slick with sweat, and his mane sticky against the heat he wasn't sure just how rude he appeared to her, but he hoped that it wasn't to bad.