03-22-2016, 09:18 PM
PHAEDRUS
He has been spending a lot of time out here in the last two years. His body telling him that he is acclimating to his prime. Though how long this will last only time will tell. His scars though healed still pronounce themselves solidly against his hide.
Taking flight from his lands once more he uses this little bit of extra time to stretch the stiff muscles. The last time he had been in the air he had looked into the eye of a dragon. The scales shimmering slightly from the glint of light. The gold ribs flickering glossy wet. Slits of black soullessness searching him hungrily .
A shiver runs through his body and he finds the trees coming towards his head much to fast. His wings strained beyond their current copacity they fold to his sides and he relaxes reaching to a tree to snatch its tip wtih his teeth. Finally doing so his neck stretches as his body slows to a stop. Stretching further he lets his legs touch thhe ground first and then lets go of the tree top slowly bringing in his neck to normal size.
His draftly build shudders once more with a glowering scowl on his face. Giving his blue mane a shake. He huffs the pine needles still sticking to his fur. Fuck he growls out, walking around for a moment to work out any kinks left he pauses. Rubbing his neck against the rough bark it soothes the sore muscles. He had been overworking himself for so long. Even now he wasn't fully healed, yet he kept pushing himself. More farther longer. It was never good enough there was always more that he felt he should be able to do.
Taking flight from his lands once more he uses this little bit of extra time to stretch the stiff muscles. The last time he had been in the air he had looked into the eye of a dragon. The scales shimmering slightly from the glint of light. The gold ribs flickering glossy wet. Slits of black soullessness searching him hungrily .
A shiver runs through his body and he finds the trees coming towards his head much to fast. His wings strained beyond their current copacity they fold to his sides and he relaxes reaching to a tree to snatch its tip wtih his teeth. Finally doing so his neck stretches as his body slows to a stop. Stretching further he lets his legs touch thhe ground first and then lets go of the tree top slowly bringing in his neck to normal size.
His draftly build shudders once more with a glowering scowl on his face. Giving his blue mane a shake. He huffs the pine needles still sticking to his fur. Fuck he growls out, walking around for a moment to work out any kinks left he pauses. Rubbing his neck against the rough bark it soothes the sore muscles. He had been overworking himself for so long. Even now he wasn't fully healed, yet he kept pushing himself. More farther longer. It was never good enough there was always more that he felt he should be able to do.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must