04-23-2016, 04:02 PM
PHAEDRUS
It is the last flight he will take in the feild until the warmer season. The cold stinging his feathers, the bitter scent of the winter onslaught. Its really all that more dissapointing to him. He always started growing grumpy, his fur thickened, his nature taking over to hunker down and remain in the sheltered plains, or the Dale where its slightly warmer then this open air.
Its then that he spots a horse, completely alone, no remnents of any others even close. A scowl crosses his features, this was not something that he was looking for. Ok yes it was, but he also wanted to pretend that this season was never coming, that the warmth of sun rays, and the lush of green would never dissapear that the white of ice would never again rule over the land. But as much as he wished it, he knows that it would never happen.
So on his last flight to the feild he pulls up circling until he spirals to the ground. Heavy hooves thudding against the solid earth. Ripples strain up his legs into his shoulders and haunches. Its then that he notices the wings. I'm Phaedrus, of the Dale, and golden plains. It seemed easier then having to explain later that she could pick from a herd or kingdom, or both. It left it up to her and her alone to mention what she desired.
Before he would have to wind himself with the whole explaination, but not this time. No this time he can simply state it and grunt out any responses to questions she might have. Well normally sheba would be making some sort of snarky comment, but the cat had remained in the plains watching out for the mares and protecting them from any predators that may lurk when they do not scent a stallion present.
While he was greatful for this act, he couldn't help but feel a like a peice of himself was missing. Would you like to take a flight? he had yearned for a company in the skies for a long time now. Not many seemed to have wings, or desired to be airborn as was his passion. Not only had he turned his aerial skills into weapons of battle, but he also used them to develope a new perspective on things that he otherwise would never see.
Its then that he spots a horse, completely alone, no remnents of any others even close. A scowl crosses his features, this was not something that he was looking for. Ok yes it was, but he also wanted to pretend that this season was never coming, that the warmth of sun rays, and the lush of green would never dissapear that the white of ice would never again rule over the land. But as much as he wished it, he knows that it would never happen.
So on his last flight to the feild he pulls up circling until he spirals to the ground. Heavy hooves thudding against the solid earth. Ripples strain up his legs into his shoulders and haunches. Its then that he notices the wings. I'm Phaedrus, of the Dale, and golden plains. It seemed easier then having to explain later that she could pick from a herd or kingdom, or both. It left it up to her and her alone to mention what she desired.
Before he would have to wind himself with the whole explaination, but not this time. No this time he can simply state it and grunt out any responses to questions she might have. Well normally sheba would be making some sort of snarky comment, but the cat had remained in the plains watching out for the mares and protecting them from any predators that may lurk when they do not scent a stallion present.
While he was greatful for this act, he couldn't help but feel a like a peice of himself was missing. Would you like to take a flight? he had yearned for a company in the skies for a long time now. Not many seemed to have wings, or desired to be airborn as was his passion. Not only had he turned his aerial skills into weapons of battle, but he also used them to develope a new perspective on things that he otherwise would never see.