05-14-2016, 10:42 PM
PHAEDRUS
She asks him about the river, and he smiles in return. Of course I can show you, when ever you feel ready to, we can go this moment if you like? having company in his lonely hour was enough solice in his mind. There was no reason to desire more. Why did his thoughts always start with himself at the forfront? Why couldn't he focus on others as well? Even now... well roving his gaze over frame, something about it made him smile. She had a calming warmth about her. Something so strong, patient really. Did that come with having a child?
Was it just her personality? Or did every mare at a certain age begin to carry that sort of aura. Standing next to her their coats blend together, nothing would have been able to tell where one began and the other ended. Black on black, her fine class against his roughness. Whiskery maw velvet against her skin creeps down her spine nibbling absently. Only difference was her white star between her eyes, and his blue mane and tail falling like water down his coat.
Turning around the heat of the sun breaks their contact allowing the sensation of her body against his to linger there for longer than it normally would. He notes that Sheba has woken to the sounds of their rustling, indeed though was she asleep to begin with? The cheeky cat probably had heard the whole conversation. Her eyes squeeze shut opening again as her lips part and snarl into a yawn. A twitching ear has her paw raising wetting it with her rough tongue, only to turn and rub it against her ear.
How something like that could feel good he would never understand. What happened to your parents? He mused more to himself, but still directing the question to her.
Was it just her personality? Or did every mare at a certain age begin to carry that sort of aura. Standing next to her their coats blend together, nothing would have been able to tell where one began and the other ended. Black on black, her fine class against his roughness. Whiskery maw velvet against her skin creeps down her spine nibbling absently. Only difference was her white star between her eyes, and his blue mane and tail falling like water down his coat.
Turning around the heat of the sun breaks their contact allowing the sensation of her body against his to linger there for longer than it normally would. He notes that Sheba has woken to the sounds of their rustling, indeed though was she asleep to begin with? The cheeky cat probably had heard the whole conversation. Her eyes squeeze shut opening again as her lips part and snarl into a yawn. A twitching ear has her paw raising wetting it with her rough tongue, only to turn and rub it against her ear.
How something like that could feel good he would never understand. What happened to your parents? He mused more to himself, but still directing the question to her.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must