04-25-2016, 03:16 AM
PHAEDRUS
He worried over her. Wondering what exactly it was that was going through her mind. She seemed to be overwhelmed by his presence, and even his attempt at comfort seemed to put her off.
Even as he knew that she had every right to be angry with him it still stung. His head pulls away respecting her emotions, and not desiring to confuse her more. I meant physically. You seem to physically be in a better state. he didn't add that he was also considering that since he had been gone that coming back he hadn't found her dead, or worse... raped by another lesser stag. No scars, no other scents, and no foals marred her. She was herself, no broken horn, no longer freaking out at every sound or smell that onslaughted her. Hell she had even accepted the cat by not running off at the very sight of her.
If he didn't know better, that seemed like faring well. As well as could be expected, but he understood her retort and bit his lip head dipping slightly watching as droplets of water rise from the crystal coolness swirling around them. Wow, thats a pretty awesome trick. He tries to ease her slightly. When he sees her ears still pinned he sighs caving into the dominant needs of nature. Lifting her head he takes a minute to gaze into her eyes.
Waters curling flow over rocks and past their legs, slipping down through the land a light chime in its flow announcing its presence around them. He could see her hurt and aprehension of trusting him. Then she opens her mouth and sounds come out, his gaze wavers ever so slightly, guilt reaching to him. He recedes deeper running from the uncertainty. Looking down on the two bodies he notices that his wings are slightly limp, that his head is no longer held high and proud. The words echo in his head, no not his, in the black horses head, he just happens to be able to hear it. Its hollow, and numb vacant in this dark corner of the cold world. Looking at these two interact.
Machanicly the black maw opens I know, its a long story. A grim line pressing his lips together cealing them shut. Its not him there, he is sure of it. He is sure that its not his heart that is beating, that his ribs do not feel that hollow. He is sure that its not his tail being tugged at by the stream.
Then she softens her expression he snaps back to reality, like a rubber band his eyes light with relief. And his muscles move closer to her in appretiation for her small chance that she has given him. Well to start, he lifts his wing to reveal the scars Abashed to actually have to point them out he is shocked when she reaches out to touch him. Heat surges inside of himself and he doesn't bother continuing for the moment to wrapped up in her touch. Taking in a deep breath he lets it out slowly closing his eyes. Nibbling at her cheek begining to lick and bite at her coat cleaning it affectionately as often horses had a habbit of doing.
Even as he knew that she had every right to be angry with him it still stung. His head pulls away respecting her emotions, and not desiring to confuse her more. I meant physically. You seem to physically be in a better state. he didn't add that he was also considering that since he had been gone that coming back he hadn't found her dead, or worse... raped by another lesser stag. No scars, no other scents, and no foals marred her. She was herself, no broken horn, no longer freaking out at every sound or smell that onslaughted her. Hell she had even accepted the cat by not running off at the very sight of her.
If he didn't know better, that seemed like faring well. As well as could be expected, but he understood her retort and bit his lip head dipping slightly watching as droplets of water rise from the crystal coolness swirling around them. Wow, thats a pretty awesome trick. He tries to ease her slightly. When he sees her ears still pinned he sighs caving into the dominant needs of nature. Lifting her head he takes a minute to gaze into her eyes.
Waters curling flow over rocks and past their legs, slipping down through the land a light chime in its flow announcing its presence around them. He could see her hurt and aprehension of trusting him. Then she opens her mouth and sounds come out, his gaze wavers ever so slightly, guilt reaching to him. He recedes deeper running from the uncertainty. Looking down on the two bodies he notices that his wings are slightly limp, that his head is no longer held high and proud. The words echo in his head, no not his, in the black horses head, he just happens to be able to hear it. Its hollow, and numb vacant in this dark corner of the cold world. Looking at these two interact.
Machanicly the black maw opens I know, its a long story. A grim line pressing his lips together cealing them shut. Its not him there, he is sure of it. He is sure that its not his heart that is beating, that his ribs do not feel that hollow. He is sure that its not his tail being tugged at by the stream.
Then she softens her expression he snaps back to reality, like a rubber band his eyes light with relief. And his muscles move closer to her in appretiation for her small chance that she has given him. Well to start, he lifts his wing to reveal the scars Abashed to actually have to point them out he is shocked when she reaches out to touch him. Heat surges inside of himself and he doesn't bother continuing for the moment to wrapped up in her touch. Taking in a deep breath he lets it out slowly closing his eyes. Nibbling at her cheek begining to lick and bite at her coat cleaning it affectionately as often horses had a habbit of doing.