Welcome to the Grey [Rev/Tor/Grey]

Welcome to the Grey [Rev/Tor/Grey]

Tor Posts: 197

World's Edge Nurse

Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9

Adoptable

10-29-2012, 07:29 PM (This post was last modified: 10-29-2012, 07:29 PM by Tor.)

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After the last meeting with the ex-Edge, Tor had gradually drifted towards the forest, browsing slowly, taking her time, enjoying the simple wonders of this splendorous world. For a brief moment, the painted lady had lingered at the Foothills, just on the border. She had come across Svetlana the Stormchaser, a proud warrior. After a couple of exchanged, restricted greetings, the two had parted ways. From there, the tobiano had slipped into the Threshold, weaving between the trees and listening to the soft crunch of snow underhoof. In a curling loop, she had bypassed the Deep Forest, drinking at the sweet rivers of the Thistle Meadow, exploring Helovia's Heart before the heat had overcome her and sent her bumbling off. Now, she had entered the Deep Forest.

It hadn't been too long before Tor picked up the delicate blossom scent of Ophelia. Without barely a trace of a thought, the un-graceful draft picked up a steady trot. White legs carried themselves over the cream snow, dark hooves turned ever-darker as water scoured the dirt away, silver feathers gleamed dully in the dappled forest light. Bitterly cold air bit at the lady's lungs, cut deep spikes into her throat, but the mare was used to such cold, if not to the extremes of it. After all, one was not born in the arctic to survive in the heat. A thick fur coat kept Tor warm at all times, except in the most miserable, wet circumstances, such as the thunderstorms where she had met Lace twice. Those times, she had been soaked to the very bone, a big wet mess.

The draft slowed to a walk, steam drifting from her nostrils, curling white vapor dissipating into the crisp air. There, she saw her best friend, as well as a large stallion who stood even tallen the herself, an unusual fact. "Phi!" Tor murmured a quiet greeting to the white unicorn, before letting her eyes drift over the black stallion. Not long enough to be rude, however. She was too careful for that. The big stag was indeed handsome, a rich black with a blue eye, or at least the eye she could see. He held a mysterious, somber air around him, gathered it in his very essence. "Lovely day it is. I'm Tor." The healer summoned a smile, a curious sparkle in her trademark brown eyes.

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