04-25-2016, 03:17 AM
PHAEDRUS
His gaze turns to her, a moment of stillness passes. What transpires in his mind he could not say. Not because he didn't want to, but because he honestly had no idea. When he realizes that she has spoken he smiles to her in acknowledgment. Leading her in the direction fo the path that would lead them to his herd, he watches from the corner of his eye making sure to match his pace to hers, not wanting to stride to quickly for her. Fully realizing that he made this journey almost daily and the others that he encountered ussually were not accustomed to such treks.
Sheba walks on her other side her constantly flicking tail bumping into what ever laid in her path. She hums in the silence a ballad that had no meaning what-so-ever. Probably a mix of different bird calls stringed together in rhythm.
He snorts at this, If she ever gets annoying just say so. I'm the only one she would never listen to he bumps into the red coated mare with a jovial wink. the cat simply hummed louder at this comment with a toothy smirk. He can't help but roll the muddy eyes.before the conversation can die out he proceeds to ask. What brought you to the field in the first place? He realizes how rude that sounded startling himself in that seconIf you don't mind me prying that is.
The trees part and the plants bow out of their way. He uses his wing needing to lay it across her back to brush aside the branches that would otherwise smack her in the eyes. Finally there is a break in the trees and hints of gold faded in and out of vision peaking through to see who was invading their land. Once again he uses his wings to create a sheild around her to pass through at her own timing. He stops just at the break before it crosses into the ocean of grass and frollicking horses contained there.
He nervously gazes at her watching for her reaction Welcome to the Golden Plains. Sheba gives a growl of content satisfaction and sudden pounces into the nearest tree gracefully landing crouching until she is lazily draping on the branch. With a oversized yawn, her eyes flicker closed and the low rumble of a purr could be heard.
His tail flicks and after they had stepped through and the grasses tickle is belly. I'm sure there will be a few that would like to greet you. Unless they are still antisocial. He hoped not, he would like the herd to be able to consider each other family after all. It was his ultimate goal that the creatures here would grow to trust one another enough that they could hang around each other without breaking into a cat fight.
Sheba walks on her other side her constantly flicking tail bumping into what ever laid in her path. She hums in the silence a ballad that had no meaning what-so-ever. Probably a mix of different bird calls stringed together in rhythm.
He snorts at this, If she ever gets annoying just say so. I'm the only one she would never listen to he bumps into the red coated mare with a jovial wink. the cat simply hummed louder at this comment with a toothy smirk. He can't help but roll the muddy eyes.before the conversation can die out he proceeds to ask. What brought you to the field in the first place? He realizes how rude that sounded startling himself in that seconIf you don't mind me prying that is.
The trees part and the plants bow out of their way. He uses his wing needing to lay it across her back to brush aside the branches that would otherwise smack her in the eyes. Finally there is a break in the trees and hints of gold faded in and out of vision peaking through to see who was invading their land. Once again he uses his wings to create a sheild around her to pass through at her own timing. He stops just at the break before it crosses into the ocean of grass and frollicking horses contained there.
He nervously gazes at her watching for her reaction Welcome to the Golden Plains. Sheba gives a growl of content satisfaction and sudden pounces into the nearest tree gracefully landing crouching until she is lazily draping on the branch. With a oversized yawn, her eyes flicker closed and the low rumble of a purr could be heard.
His tail flicks and after they had stepped through and the grasses tickle is belly. I'm sure there will be a few that would like to greet you. Unless they are still antisocial. He hoped not, he would like the herd to be able to consider each other family after all. It was his ultimate goal that the creatures here would grow to trust one another enough that they could hang around each other without breaking into a cat fight.