05-30-2016, 06:32 PM
PHAEDRUS
This night he was tired to say the least. He had traveled from the Dale. Finally she was back, finally he was back, finally the world was starting to turn right side up. Going to her special place. He hesitates for a moment, not sure if it would be violating her privacy. Deciding it was probably where she was he makes his way to the secret little meadow she had found. Breaking through the barriers, and stepping on the lush grasses, he makes his way to water dipping his head for a cooling drink before he makes his way over to her.
Draping his wing he nuzzles her jaw for a moment. Quiet as the night is, the crickets still chirp, the owl still hoots. He whips his tail back and forth lazy with sleep. The season was there, and he knew that he would be her first. For that he intended to make the moment as special as he possibly could. Making her comfortable, and willing for his lovers touch. He had not left her side for long, no he was making it a purpose each day to visit her at least once. He knew she liked her solitude, but it still worried him. Worried that she was safe, that she wasn't lonely.
Sometimes the doubts of his ability to make her happy was infact true, or if he was blinding himself to the truth. Well in any case he was going to make her happy this night. The sense of euphoria thick in the air. Quietly he begins to clean her coat, as glossy as it already is, he is sure that the attention couldn't go unnoticed. Not that he wanted it to. Talking had never been his thing, especially in moments like these. Blood pumping, and heat emmiting into the air his lids droop in a haze. Before he comes up to her side again his sides heaving with a slight quiver.
His thoughts come back to the present and he shakes his head. He worried, constantly worried. Did she enjoy it? Had he preformed as well as he could? His eyes open and he looks around for her. The glade still present, but of course the thought of water posesses him, and turns him towards the trickle that passes through this part of his land. Waiting for her, if she even wanted to see him. Hopefully she didn't think him a monster of some sort.
Draping his wing he nuzzles her jaw for a moment. Quiet as the night is, the crickets still chirp, the owl still hoots. He whips his tail back and forth lazy with sleep. The season was there, and he knew that he would be her first. For that he intended to make the moment as special as he possibly could. Making her comfortable, and willing for his lovers touch. He had not left her side for long, no he was making it a purpose each day to visit her at least once. He knew she liked her solitude, but it still worried him. Worried that she was safe, that she wasn't lonely.
Sometimes the doubts of his ability to make her happy was infact true, or if he was blinding himself to the truth. Well in any case he was going to make her happy this night. The sense of euphoria thick in the air. Quietly he begins to clean her coat, as glossy as it already is, he is sure that the attention couldn't go unnoticed. Not that he wanted it to. Talking had never been his thing, especially in moments like these. Blood pumping, and heat emmiting into the air his lids droop in a haze. Before he comes up to her side again his sides heaving with a slight quiver.
His thoughts come back to the present and he shakes his head. He worried, constantly worried. Did she enjoy it? Had he preformed as well as he could? His eyes open and he looks around for her. The glade still present, but of course the thought of water posesses him, and turns him towards the trickle that passes through this part of his land. Waiting for her, if she even wanted to see him. Hopefully she didn't think him a monster of some sort.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
OOC: Ok I just reposted it here, we can just jump ahead to current time.