05-24-2016, 09:18 PM
PHAEDRUS
He hoped that the mare would join them soon, but still he didn't obsess over it either. Today he is taking to the skies looking out over the land, watching the borders and enjoying a leasurely day. Another thing that just proved to be a rarity that he cherished. As much as he loved staying busy it still helped to give himself a breather every so often. It was in a word his guilty pleasure.
Dipping , and rising in the clouds the wind whips agianst his skin rippling his muscles with its force. Tearing his mane and tail out behind him. The large pegasus baths in the sun, this time a little bit more of an expert in his ariel skills. Not that he had ever been to bad at it. Just that the last time he had run into her he had been practicing, and had failed miserably. He begins to float, just gliding in the moments that he has cutting his way through the wind. Fighting it with slicing manuvers, it pushes back wtih a vengence. Angry that he dare to overcome and master it. Reigning it in, he uses the force of the air to lazily circle about his lands.
Finally as the sky grows pink and his body sleek with sweat he surrenders to the winds and begins to make his desent into the tall grasses of his land. Huffing his sides expand every burning breathe attempting to gain a much needed lungfull of air. Steadying himself, he lets out a nicker believing that he is solely alone at the moment. The time had been thrilling, exhuasting, and just what he needed. Trudging through the grasses he begins to make his way towards the creek when a rustling sounded behind him. He whips his head around Eyeing the other horse curiously.
Dipping , and rising in the clouds the wind whips agianst his skin rippling his muscles with its force. Tearing his mane and tail out behind him. The large pegasus baths in the sun, this time a little bit more of an expert in his ariel skills. Not that he had ever been to bad at it. Just that the last time he had run into her he had been practicing, and had failed miserably. He begins to float, just gliding in the moments that he has cutting his way through the wind. Fighting it with slicing manuvers, it pushes back wtih a vengence. Angry that he dare to overcome and master it. Reigning it in, he uses the force of the air to lazily circle about his lands.
Finally as the sky grows pink and his body sleek with sweat he surrenders to the winds and begins to make his desent into the tall grasses of his land. Huffing his sides expand every burning breathe attempting to gain a much needed lungfull of air. Steadying himself, he lets out a nicker believing that he is solely alone at the moment. The time had been thrilling, exhuasting, and just what he needed. Trudging through the grasses he begins to make his way towards the creek when a rustling sounded behind him. He whips his head around Eyeing the other horse curiously.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
@[Prism]