Welcome to the Grey [Rev/Tor/Grey]

Welcome to the Grey [Rev/Tor/Grey]

Avira Posts: N/A

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11-03-2012, 06:02 PM

A . v . i . r . A
pegasus | mare | 15.2hh | 8 years | unclaimed

Residing too long in the bitter, bone chilling, cold of the Frostbreathe Avira decided it was time to move out and find something. She had been acquainted with few so far and as her teal tipped wings stretched out beside her she leaned them in. Preparing a gentle land on snow less thick than much she had just spent her time one. The two tone brown mare extended her legs for touch down. They pumped hard. Waiting till the feel of ground upon the hooves before slowing the gait.

Her heart pounded against her chest as the blood temperature began to rise. Heat boiling through her veins. The warm feeling was interesting compared to much of the cold she had been enduring. Avira had landed on the outskirts of the Deep Forest before folding her wings and running for the trees. Long moments of uncertainty of what lays around the next corner fogged her brain. Like the steam that rolled from her nostrils, encircling her eyes. The electric blue globes began to note the trees becoming dense.

Steady gait began to slow and eventually made it to a creepy predator walk. Head hung lowly as she scented with her nose to the ground. Carelessly wandering past many clues of life. Hoof prints and smells were near and it wasn't till the sounds of voices that she shot her head clear to the sky. Freezing dead in her tracks. Before her stood about, one.. two.. four... five! Horses. Equines, unicorns, but yet none pegasus. None like here. But Avira approached the meeting cautiously anyways. Audits forward and ready for words as the last bit she caught was from a blood bay stallion. That held horns she had not seen before. All the way to the top of his crown...? Or was she seeing things?

Blue tipped legs stopped before she began to introduce herself. "Hello, pardon me if I do intrude, but I'm Avira. Very nice to see more faces in this cold land." A warm smile nudged across her lips kindly. Stocky muscles of the mares mustang, muttly, lines bulged from the workout. Not to mention the nervous feeling she got from the stained red unicorn that had a look about him that said everything of death. Avira eyed him with uncertainty but it was really the paint draft that caught her attention. The gal named Tor. Avira found her stance rather welcoming and decided to put her comfort in the paint. The other three she only eyed them as they eyed her. Sharing her stare evenly among the group.

|ooc- she hopes to join the Grey as a healer of some sort. So Ophelia's part of the group?|