Welcome to the Grey [Rev/Tor/Grey]

Welcome to the Grey [Rev/Tor/Grey]

Rafe Posts: 30

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 8 Buff: NOVICE

Tamme

10-30-2012, 11:41 AM

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The familiar flash and movement of the two toned mare of the Grey caught the attention of cold, blue eyes. Rafe followed, thick, roving gait propelling him forward. Ebony tendrils of long, clean mane hung haphazardly over his masculine face and thickly crested neck, and the four horns that erupted wickedly from his skull towered as a monument of darkness in the sky. The crimson robed figured gathered snippets of the conversation as he slowed his bold trot to a ground-eating walk.

Both of the pale mares seemed far too... bright and cheery for such a group. They were either mad or sorely misinformed. He made an educated guess at the latter. The tall, slender mare with the crimson fringes was obviously the sibling of the other with the bear as a pet, and he gazed at her hard, blue eyes roving over her figure appreciatively. She was lovely, but weak. Her eyes were too kind, displayed too much concern for the dark stallion who stood close. A bleeding heart was useless and left the user a drained shell. Obviously the black stallion understood that fact as his words were somewhat distancing.

An even brighter star in the midst of killers was the white and grey spotted mare. He pegged her as a healer. Another bleeding heart type. Rafe would watch the development of the inevitable future with amusement. Both of them would fall for some stallion whose only desire was to use them to get what he needed, and the two of them would spend the rest of their lives wondering what 'could have been'. Scenario one was most likely. The scenario of finding a soul mate and falling in love was possible, but an unlikely farce of the universe.

Everyone was inherently selfish. Better to accept that fact and move on with life. Snow fell upon his coat, but the wind was less bitter in this climate. His crimson coat was thick and warming, but he could see that the darker stallion was cold. Rafe stalked in a circle around the group like a predator before moving to a side opposite the pale sister. Would the blue mare make it here? Now that would be an interesting development. "Is there a job that needs to be done? Or are we simply chatting?" he asked, his voice deep and charismatic. The smirk on his lips did not reach his icy eyes.