06-12-2016, 08:51 PM
PHAEDRUS
Really Sheba you need to be around a little more. Her teeth poke through in a sly smile. Phaedrus really its unbecoming to voice your thoughts when we both know it’s not me your talking to. He glowers at her and opens his maw to make another retort, this seemed to be a daily thing for him and his spirit cat. To say that they did not get along was the to put it lightly. She enjoyed irking him, and he always set out to point it out every time she did so. He hears his name being called. The sound wasn’t its usual pleasant ring, no this one was contorted with pain, scratchy with need, and most of all desperate with adrenaline. His straining chest relaxes, at least this time he was able to save face and not blunder through the next few sentences not knowing what he was saying or why he was saying it.
Turning to walk away she mewls her mirth with the knowledge that he was once again having to give up on changing her queenly habits. When he doesn’t turn back to her for one last throw back, and then continues on as if she didn’t exist she rolls her eyes and springs forward only to overtake him and arrive at the scene before he did. She sits calming watching the mare as she struggled. Phaedrus will be along soon she announces before climbing the tree to watch in languid amusement. Not the funny kind mind you, she just found the whole thing interesting and curious as she herself would never have such pleasure of bringing new life to the world.
After what seems hours of painful labor Phaedrus arrives, though it wasn’t nearly as long as it felt. He walks up to the mare offering her a nuzzle. You doing ok? a few moments of nervous uncertainty and a few minutes of sweating and fidgeting then not one but two little bundles make themselves known to the world. His eyes widen in shock, and for a few more minutes he stands there awing over how beautiful and perfect they were. Then he comes up to her once more with a smile.
Reaching to nuzzle her he smiles. They are beautiful; you will make a wonderful mother. for the moment their futures were left in the air, watching them and her was to intimate to think on the heavier things such as the future. Instead he turns his attention to the girls ruffling each ones’ tuft of mane, jokingly musing, How will we ever tell them apart? New Romantics had been a real trooper through all his downfalls and absences.
Turning to walk away she mewls her mirth with the knowledge that he was once again having to give up on changing her queenly habits. When he doesn’t turn back to her for one last throw back, and then continues on as if she didn’t exist she rolls her eyes and springs forward only to overtake him and arrive at the scene before he did. She sits calming watching the mare as she struggled. Phaedrus will be along soon she announces before climbing the tree to watch in languid amusement. Not the funny kind mind you, she just found the whole thing interesting and curious as she herself would never have such pleasure of bringing new life to the world.
After what seems hours of painful labor Phaedrus arrives, though it wasn’t nearly as long as it felt. He walks up to the mare offering her a nuzzle. You doing ok? a few moments of nervous uncertainty and a few minutes of sweating and fidgeting then not one but two little bundles make themselves known to the world. His eyes widen in shock, and for a few more minutes he stands there awing over how beautiful and perfect they were. Then he comes up to her once more with a smile.
Reaching to nuzzle her he smiles. They are beautiful; you will make a wonderful mother. for the moment their futures were left in the air, watching them and her was to intimate to think on the heavier things such as the future. Instead he turns his attention to the girls ruffling each ones’ tuft of mane, jokingly musing, How will we ever tell them apart? New Romantics had been a real trooper through all his downfalls and absences.
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