This was it.

Tonight was the night he was finally going to confess his love to Phaedra. His heart pounded with unconditional feelings of nervousness. Butterflies knotted his stomach as he made his way into the depths of the heart. Last time he was here, the brute had been competing in a game. The game was that every one of the horses had to try to defeat this boggart cloud thing. It was horrible; everything was getting destroyed physically and mentally. Levi had been destroyed physically, slowly and painful watching Phaedra, his love, getting attacked by two blood thirsty tigers. Making his way towards the defenseless fae, he totally forgot that it was just the boggart cloud playing with his head. He loved her so much that he had this horrible dry feeling in his throat, making him want to vomit because he was so disgusted of what he saw. Trying to save her, the game had ended when one of the unicorns had defeated the boggart tigers and won. Levi was not mad about losing, but he was disappointed because he put so much effort into helping “Phaedra” who was not even real. If it was real, Levi would never be able to live it down. Watching the love of his life die before his own eyes… That would never happen! And he would make sure of it.

Battered and bruised the brute still trotted on towards the center of the heart. He had recently been in a brawl with, Tio, the stallion Phaedra had warned him about. The prick had threatened Kri and lunged at him unacceptably towards himself. How could someone have such rude taunts. The stallion had no manner and completely took advantage of his herd lands. Levi was not scared or afraid, but was waiting for the day that he and Tio could be able to fight it out until death. If that’s what it took to protect Kri, his herd, and Phaedra then he would do it, or die trying. Gritting his teeth Levi was in deep thought about that day. He had thought about everything that happened until he saw a familiar figurine that lurked in front of him. Was it her?

Carrying himself closer to get a better look, it was none other than the one and only Phaedra. Her goldenly pelt brilliantly glowed from the moonlight and her irony mane gently cascaded down her neck. Tight curls and pretty looks the brute all of a sudden stopped. It was honestly the pure adrenaline rush of getting ready to tell Phaedra the truth. How could he be so blind and not telling her in the first place? Maybe it was because today would be the right day to tell her. Pressing himself towards her presence his gaze looked handsomely charming. That genuine smile he usually had with a typical flicker of his tail. His heart pounded as his muscles ached from the fight. Tired looking, the brute searched for her mysterious green gaze and took a deep breath before speaking. “Hey Phaedra, I’m surprised you are here before me.” Chuckling slightly the brute’s velvety vocal chords chimed. Keeping his gaze focused on hers he smiled “Thank you, really.” He was so nervous, but he knew that he was ready for this moment and would take on the challenges with it.


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