06-26-2016, 12:18 AM
PHAEDRUS
He is flying high and proud. He was bent on making the most of the few years that he has with the yearlings in his herd. Each one beautiful and special in their own way. The stallion couldn’t help but be shocked at the amount of females, and varieties that came with them. He finds his daughter, the one that weighs the heaviest on his mind. He needed to come up with a way to break her from that contract. He also needed to find a way to break the news to her in the case that his plans failed.
With a sigh he begins his descent towards the ground where she stood. The deep sounded gush of his wings beating the air warned of his presence, then the gentle thud of his hooves as he lands against the soft dirt of his plains. He nickers to her as he begins to approach her, wings folding, breathing steadying, and shaking the mane from his eyes. He offers her a rarely seen grin, bending his head to her level for a caress of greeting. And how does my princess fare? She had the look of longing in her eyes, and in a way he felt guilty for leaving her without a sibling close to her. But at least she did have his bobcat and himself, along with the doting attentions of her mother.
She was probably the most spoiled out of the bunch. Even if she didn’t realize it. Still he made an effort to pay equal attention to all, there was a slight bias involving her, as her mother and his chemistry had taken a physical aspect in the creating of Gyps. The evidence of their compatibility couldn’t be more visible than through their daughter. As she grew she displayed the same fire as her mother, her mane and tail sporting both their colors, along with the wings of the Felidae heritage. He knew he should probably begin the discussion of what was to happen, but before he delved into such a serious topic he wanted a moment of joy, to show her how much he did love her, and wanted the best for her. Finally, in front of her he nuzzles her tuft of mane with his maw, ruffing it up a bit.
With a sigh he begins his descent towards the ground where she stood. The deep sounded gush of his wings beating the air warned of his presence, then the gentle thud of his hooves as he lands against the soft dirt of his plains. He nickers to her as he begins to approach her, wings folding, breathing steadying, and shaking the mane from his eyes. He offers her a rarely seen grin, bending his head to her level for a caress of greeting. And how does my princess fare? She had the look of longing in her eyes, and in a way he felt guilty for leaving her without a sibling close to her. But at least she did have his bobcat and himself, along with the doting attentions of her mother.
She was probably the most spoiled out of the bunch. Even if she didn’t realize it. Still he made an effort to pay equal attention to all, there was a slight bias involving her, as her mother and his chemistry had taken a physical aspect in the creating of Gyps. The evidence of their compatibility couldn’t be more visible than through their daughter. As she grew she displayed the same fire as her mother, her mane and tail sporting both their colors, along with the wings of the Felidae heritage. He knew he should probably begin the discussion of what was to happen, but before he delved into such a serious topic he wanted a moment of joy, to show her how much he did love her, and wanted the best for her. Finally, in front of her he nuzzles her tuft of mane with his maw, ruffing it up a bit.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must