04-22-2016, 03:16 AM
PHAEDRUS
He was wandering again, looking to check on his mares, he hadn't seen head nor tail of them for quite some time. He was begining to worry that they had all dissapeared. He wouldn't be a bit suprised if that was the case. with everything that had happened the last two years, with his life going gall hay wire he couldln't blame them in the least.
Wading into the swollen belly of water he hangs his head with a sigh, his wings drooping into the crisp dampness. His mane floating shimmering with the reflective rays of the sun. Glammered the lighit shines bright into his eyes. The water sweet and moist trickling down his throat. He missed this little oasis missed the company of his females. He was growing rather found of them. With several new additions, and the ones that had started this whole journey of his. Growing his confidence, developing him into the social little butterfly.
He can't help but wonder if he would eventually be able to take comfort in their company rather then simply miss the comfort when it was gone. He needed to stop stressing over the details, of what he was going to say, what move would send them running.
When they saw him again would they recognize him? His whole side riddled with scarred puntures like that of a waffle. His mane finally grown back full and touching his chest with its length. His black coat thickeningwith the turning of the seasons. He calls out hoping that someone would hear him. That he hadn't been completely abandoned here.
His friendly bobcat came sitting on the bank cleaning herself, her tassles giving her away everytime. Tired of chasing mice Sheba? He snorts at her, their little tiff finally having been solved, though neither would formally apologize they both knew that they had moved on quite easily. This is the last sunny day of the season, I think that I will enjoy it, and just bask in the warmth. He chuckles watching as she bounds up a nearby willow her tail hanging from the branch flicking lazily watching him as he stepped to the banks shaking out his coat.
Wading into the swollen belly of water he hangs his head with a sigh, his wings drooping into the crisp dampness. His mane floating shimmering with the reflective rays of the sun. Glammered the lighit shines bright into his eyes. The water sweet and moist trickling down his throat. He missed this little oasis missed the company of his females. He was growing rather found of them. With several new additions, and the ones that had started this whole journey of his. Growing his confidence, developing him into the social little butterfly.
He can't help but wonder if he would eventually be able to take comfort in their company rather then simply miss the comfort when it was gone. He needed to stop stressing over the details, of what he was going to say, what move would send them running.
When they saw him again would they recognize him? His whole side riddled with scarred puntures like that of a waffle. His mane finally grown back full and touching his chest with its length. His black coat thickeningwith the turning of the seasons. He calls out hoping that someone would hear him. That he hadn't been completely abandoned here.
His friendly bobcat came sitting on the bank cleaning herself, her tassles giving her away everytime. Tired of chasing mice Sheba? He snorts at her, their little tiff finally having been solved, though neither would formally apologize they both knew that they had moved on quite easily. This is the last sunny day of the season, I think that I will enjoy it, and just bask in the warmth. He chuckles watching as she bounds up a nearby willow her tail hanging from the branch flicking lazily watching him as he stepped to the banks shaking out his coat.