05-27-2016, 06:20 PM
PHAEDRUS
A growl errupts from his throat. This young buck must be a glutton for punishment. He could not respect a creature that not only didn't realize that no means no, or that stealing was a cowards way. Phaedrus knows if they were to battle who would be the victor. Taking a breath he begins to wade through the grasses calming his temper. They did after all have business to conduct. A thin line traces his lips.
Archan He grunts a greeting. His stance just as sturdy as it always is. He flicks his tail and eyes the stallion over for a minute. I hear that you are to receive my daughter. He wonders as to why the other came to his lands now. Yet Phaedrus would have come calling on the other sooner or later. But tell me, what stops me from denying you my daughter? Nothing The black and blue stallions knows that currently there is nothing to stop him from denying this beast anything.
Unless he was passified Phaedrus was very tempted to continue with his original plan. The allience would not benifit him nearly as much as it would Archan. In fact if he thought on it at all, there seemed to be nothing there that would give him reason to allow this to happen. Archan could not offer him nearly what Phaedrus had. Magic, strength, and heritage.
He already had all of that, he had Besra in the kingdoms borders, Archan could not touch her there. Nor would he be able to win if Phaedrus decided to battle and take any mares that the brute had currently. Unless the other had some hidden trinket up his sleeve, the winged beast didn't think that there was any reason for him to even acknowledge his existance. But for this small chance, he will hear out the other this once. If at any point he lost interest though, he would send the other flying out of his borders.
His eyes glare at the others hooves when he thinks of the border. Brashly he had crossed into his land without a second thought to respect. His patience was thin and he was expecting something good, or even better, something bloody.
Archan He grunts a greeting. His stance just as sturdy as it always is. He flicks his tail and eyes the stallion over for a minute. I hear that you are to receive my daughter. He wonders as to why the other came to his lands now. Yet Phaedrus would have come calling on the other sooner or later. But tell me, what stops me from denying you my daughter? Nothing The black and blue stallions knows that currently there is nothing to stop him from denying this beast anything.
Unless he was passified Phaedrus was very tempted to continue with his original plan. The allience would not benifit him nearly as much as it would Archan. In fact if he thought on it at all, there seemed to be nothing there that would give him reason to allow this to happen. Archan could not offer him nearly what Phaedrus had. Magic, strength, and heritage.
He already had all of that, he had Besra in the kingdoms borders, Archan could not touch her there. Nor would he be able to win if Phaedrus decided to battle and take any mares that the brute had currently. Unless the other had some hidden trinket up his sleeve, the winged beast didn't think that there was any reason for him to even acknowledge his existance. But for this small chance, he will hear out the other this once. If at any point he lost interest though, he would send the other flying out of his borders.
His eyes glare at the others hooves when he thinks of the border. Brashly he had crossed into his land without a second thought to respect. His patience was thin and he was expecting something good, or even better, something bloody.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must