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10-23-2012, 07:51 AM
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To risk everything and still survive When you’re standing on the battlefield And all the pain is real He could feel it; that creeping, unsettling feeling that washes over you when you're being watched. The stallion did not tense, however, as he was confident in his abilities to fend off anything that might pose the threat of an attack. Perhaps he was foolish to think this way, or even a bit arrogant, but if that were true, then he honestly begged to be shown differently.
When his guest showed herself, Xanthos turned to face her, but remained at the slightest angle so as not to present a challenge. While he wasn't always right, Xanthos was quite adept when it came to reading others. Right away he could tell that the silvery mare held herself in high regards, and while he didn't know her, he could guess that she had every right to do so. Then again, it could be the exact opposite. The grullo had always thought himself somewhat imposing, but looking upon this mare, he was quite impressed by just how much she towered over him. Respectfully, he dropped his head ever so slightly, but it was by no means in a submissive manner. "Truthfully, no; it gets lonely wandering this earth alone for so long." Even now, meeting the mare's eyes, Xanthos found himself forming questions in his mind. Was she an outcast, much like he had been for the last few years, or did she have a place to call home? And either way, when this was over, would he find himself in leagues with, or against her? "I'm Xanthos," he spoke up then, and honestly wouldn't have been surprised if his introduction wasn't followed up by some sort of remark, or even a laugh. He didn't know what it was, but this unicorn just seemed so much... different, than the ones he had known back home. "And you...?"
That you must’ve done something right Cause you’ve never felt so alive
Unicorn | Seven | Grullo | Stallion |
