Levi’s heart pounded as he made his way from the Throat’s river. His thoughts surrounded his love, Phaedra, and how he was going to tell her how much he loved her. It was almost like the words he was going to say would not be able to come out. He would not be able to describe the feeling of how much he loved her, it was almost as though this was a dream. Maybe she already knew about his love for her and she greatly loved him back? Or worse maybe she hated him and just wanted the brute to embarrass himself. Either way it would be shocking and nerve racking to know what the true answer was. Everything, so far, was going according to their plans, but sooner or later he would know exactly what to say because he would listen to his heart. His thoughts were flooding with different ways of how the night could go. He had to go himself prepared for any kind of disappointment, or be prepared in case she did love him, to get ready to move for her or gladly take her into the throat.

Hoof after hoof, his gaze trailed down looked at each step he took. He was not in the mood to really do anything or meet up with anybody. This was his time to calm down and try to associate himself with fate. He needed to see if whether he and Phaedra were meant for each other or if they were going to be just friends. Either way would be fine, he would not care if it was any other way as long as Phae was a part of his life. What was the best way for the brute to think… the skies!

The skies were the best way to think for him so he knew that the skies were needed to help him relax and think clearly. Pressing his stride into a canter, he let his wings slowly spread out until they were lifter by the ripples of air. Raising higher and higher, the brute flapped his massive vulture wings reaching higher altitude. The wind brushed into his square face, gently tugging at his mane and tail. Flickering his silver threaded tail, the brute was lost in his deep thoughts. It was almost heart breaking just to think about anything to do with Phaedra. She acted like she was too good for any stallion, but was she really? She always flaunted towards then, wanting to flirt in every way possible, but the truth of the fact was she was not what she portrayed. In Levi’s eyes, she was a beautiful princess who was just learning how to escape her castle. She was waiting for her prince charming to rescue her and Levi wanted nothing more than to be her nigh in shining armor.

The familiar tone of Aryel suddenly washed into his thoughts. Why was he hearing her voice all of a sudden? Shaking his head quickly, the brute looked down not only to see Aryel with some stallion. By what Aryel had said, he figured that maybe the stallion was new. Circling the two, Levi wanted to make sure that Aryel would be alight, besides she was a good friend he would never take the chance that anything bad would happen to her. Pressing his wings downwards, the brute landed next to Aryel with a slight thud. Examining the stallion, he had quite a nice look. Sturdy figure, tall, and seemed to be nice, but Levi felt that there was something not right about the stallion. Stepping towards him he gave a slight nod keeping it friendly “Hello there sir, my name is Levi.” Then looking to Aryel, he smiled at her waiting for the steed to answer his business of being in the throat.


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