amicus quod prosapia | Destrier, NPC

amicus quod prosapia | Destrier, NPC

Tor Posts: 197

World's Edge Nurse

Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9

Adoptable

01-08-2013, 10:19 AM

Tor hadn't been alone for long- and it wasn't a stranger who approached her with his easy gait and endearing dark eyes. Before seeing him, however, she heard him, the clatter and rattle of small pebbles and stones clattering down a hill. The stygian approached, smelling distinctly of Edge, a serene little smile on his face as he came. He was dark against the crimson of the aging sky, the sky bleeding out in golds and rubies, yellows and indigos, deepening slowly and quickly becoming spangled in stars, rather like the rump of an Appaloosa.

Healer Tor rises to her feet, shaking out the stiffness with a brisk twist of her head, thick cream mane coming to lie against a pearl neck. Finally, so many years later, she has become white, and now her coat seemed to glitter against Destrier's ebony. "Destrier," Tor said warmly, taking the last few steps towards him, leaving the comfortable space of two friends between them. She listens with a gentle, sweet, open expression in her eyes, the sort of expression that welcomes any questions the black steed may have of her. "Yes, it is rather pretty, isn't it?" The marble mare replies, letting her eyes drift over the crimson-soaked grass- but really, she is looking at him, the sharp angles of his noble head, his strong legs. Is this what Phaedra does? Constantly look at stallions? "Neither was I expecting to find anyone here- it does seem very lonely up here." And it did. With the mountains around you, peaks sharp and angular, clouds low and drifting with red bottoms, the wind singing a serenade- nice, perhaps, but lonely.

"What's that?" Tor noticed something- but what? She turned her head to the right of Destrier, frowning slightly.

"TOR"

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