04-22-2016, 03:38 AM
PHAEDRUS
He was thinking of the spindly legged filly he brought back that first day here. How she had sassed and startled him with her ability to stand up for herself. How he had caught a glimmer of her when she grew up and didn't look at all like the child he had become so fond of. Now a fully developed woman, with a wonderful disposition to match. He couldn't help but wonder if she was ok.
The remnents of that day were simply a side chalked full of scabby holes. No longer sore, his wings whole and strong, his mane thick and long, his muscles sturdy and developed. He had to stay in shape if he wanted to be able to be of any good to those he swore to protect. Sheba was curled up under his wing, his head tucked under it as well. A hawks cry pierced the air drowsly he remains alert to the sounds and smells of oncoming danger. Normally nesting in a tree was his normal aptitude, but today he layed amongst the ocean of grasses lazing about nothing much to do besides nap.
He was relaxed with nothing to keep him from enjoying some free time. No responsibilities looming over his head keeping him so busy that he couldn't keep track of who was in the herd and who wasnt. He shakes his head at the sound of something. It resembled that of light hooves on soft ground. Nickering his neck cranes over the grasses attempting to catch sight of her.
Getting up his wings unfold lifting himself from the ground he shakes himself out before tucking his wings back in. Sheba growling at him for disturbing her comfort. Silly bobcat. He can't help be let his cheesy grin slip through to his lips. You know you had me worried there He wants to nuzzle her mane, ruffle her feathers maybe see if that spitfire was still there under this quiet mare. You look stunning He can't help but gaze over her frame, she had filled out nicely. Sheba growls out from her her lounging position eyes closed and tassled ears flipped back in her bobcat way He means to say he misses you She knows she could add a lot more, but doesn't not wanting to risk that fight again.
He grins sheepishly, knowing that was his que that sheba wanted her beauty rest and didn't want to see him moon all over his mare, like he was prone to do as of late.
The remnents of that day were simply a side chalked full of scabby holes. No longer sore, his wings whole and strong, his mane thick and long, his muscles sturdy and developed. He had to stay in shape if he wanted to be able to be of any good to those he swore to protect. Sheba was curled up under his wing, his head tucked under it as well. A hawks cry pierced the air drowsly he remains alert to the sounds and smells of oncoming danger. Normally nesting in a tree was his normal aptitude, but today he layed amongst the ocean of grasses lazing about nothing much to do besides nap.
He was relaxed with nothing to keep him from enjoying some free time. No responsibilities looming over his head keeping him so busy that he couldn't keep track of who was in the herd and who wasnt. He shakes his head at the sound of something. It resembled that of light hooves on soft ground. Nickering his neck cranes over the grasses attempting to catch sight of her.
Getting up his wings unfold lifting himself from the ground he shakes himself out before tucking his wings back in. Sheba growling at him for disturbing her comfort. Silly bobcat. He can't help be let his cheesy grin slip through to his lips. You know you had me worried there He wants to nuzzle her mane, ruffle her feathers maybe see if that spitfire was still there under this quiet mare. You look stunning He can't help but gaze over her frame, she had filled out nicely. Sheba growls out from her her lounging position eyes closed and tassled ears flipped back in her bobcat way He means to say he misses you She knows she could add a lot more, but doesn't not wanting to risk that fight again.
He grins sheepishly, knowing that was his que that sheba wanted her beauty rest and didn't want to see him moon all over his mare, like he was prone to do as of late.
@[Corroded Love]