PHAEDRUS
Did these females realize the stupidity of their move? Did they know just how dangerous it was to wander into a herd land? If he had anyone but himself. If the thought was something could occur in his mind, he may have just taken them in and refused to allow them to leave. But that was something that would never occur to him, and even if it did it would be a repulsing thing that tasted bitter, scorned on as something that of other lesser stallions used as means of bullying. Though still he is vigilant and allowing just anyone to cross into his land wasn't something that he would allow to happen. Never would he put his mares in danger. Never would he allow someone to come and put them at risk.
Arriving at the border his muscles coil and his head holds high, as any war horse would in his situation. Can I help you ladies? He inquires of them startled and slightly unnerved by the sudden appearance of strangers. There had only been one other time that a stranger had crossed over, and that had been a monarch. A monarch of a kingdom closely tied to his own. So her presence had not been wholly unexpected. Still these two while he did not fear them he would not be stupid about allowing them to roam at their leisure either.
What he was doing with this herd was his business, and his ties to the Dale probably put his herd in a bad position with other kingdoms not completely interested in keeping peace. He wouldn't be surprised if some of them tried to visit and figure out what it was that he was doing with the little group that was forming here. They were strong and closely bonded, each day that passed seemed to bring a new confidence to his resolve.
Today seemed to be the day that he was to be tested though. Nodding to them, he does not forget his manners. I am Phaedrus, the alpha here, his low vocals rushing past his lips. Tipping his head to the side curiosity peaks, glancing at the foal close to the mare, they looked similar to his Besra. And after a moment a glimmer of a memory passes through. Shocked into silence he recognizes the mare. But did she recognize him? He couldn't know, memories of that period of his life were blurred if not all forgotten he was sure it was the same for her if not more so.
He knows that blue, it was the same blue that he carried. The same blue of his father. There was no doubt in his mind that somehow they were related. He isn't sure why she would show up here, he had been the black sheep of the family. His father hated him with a vengeance. He had been shunned. Why would one of his relatives seek out his company?
Arriving at the border his muscles coil and his head holds high, as any war horse would in his situation. Can I help you ladies? He inquires of them startled and slightly unnerved by the sudden appearance of strangers. There had only been one other time that a stranger had crossed over, and that had been a monarch. A monarch of a kingdom closely tied to his own. So her presence had not been wholly unexpected. Still these two while he did not fear them he would not be stupid about allowing them to roam at their leisure either.
What he was doing with this herd was his business, and his ties to the Dale probably put his herd in a bad position with other kingdoms not completely interested in keeping peace. He wouldn't be surprised if some of them tried to visit and figure out what it was that he was doing with the little group that was forming here. They were strong and closely bonded, each day that passed seemed to bring a new confidence to his resolve.
Today seemed to be the day that he was to be tested though. Nodding to them, he does not forget his manners. I am Phaedrus, the alpha here, his low vocals rushing past his lips. Tipping his head to the side curiosity peaks, glancing at the foal close to the mare, they looked similar to his Besra. And after a moment a glimmer of a memory passes through. Shocked into silence he recognizes the mare. But did she recognize him? He couldn't know, memories of that period of his life were blurred if not all forgotten he was sure it was the same for her if not more so.
He knows that blue, it was the same blue that he carried. The same blue of his father. There was no doubt in his mind that somehow they were related. He isn't sure why she would show up here, he had been the black sheep of the family. His father hated him with a vengeance. He had been shunned. Why would one of his relatives seek out his company?
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must