Peyote

[Phaedrus]

PHAEDRUS

He chuckles as he rubs up against him stating that she is indeed quite the trouble maker. Well there is only one way to find out. He turns to the left side of them walking down a path that leads to the bloody plains of battle, its on the edge of this that they creep through shaded by the trees nearby before the forest takes a sharp curve and they must cut through the brush to get to the other side. To get to home. How long have you been in beqanna he inquires after taking a moment for a rest. Traveling across the emence space of beqanna's battling grounds couldn't be called easy, the alertness of danger, and need for protection from wild animals was tiresome.

Flicking his tail against his haunches he reaches the tall grasses sheilded in its own little corner of the world, a cliff over hanging a trail that leads to many places. The mountains gaurding against intruders, and a wall of trees at there back. There was a opening but even that was blocked off by the watering hole of lush green. The only requitance of thirst that this land had to offer.

Ears flick about hearing the sound of thundering hooves with a glancing across the ocean of gold a herd of deer bounded through birds squawking and fluttering out of their hiding spots taking to the blue skies. Glancing her way he offers a cheesy smile. Think its good enough for a trouble maker?.

i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must

@[Peyote]