Caught In A Winter's Rain [Open]

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Caught In A Winter's Rain [Open]

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11-29-2012, 08:49 PM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2012, 08:50 PM by Xanthos.)

Xanthos
I will live for you
before I die

To stay within the Steppe was a punishment he saw coming, but it was the least of his worries. If Psyche or anyone else were to go after Romani, nothing would be able to keep him here.

The dark mare's words were beyond harsh, and the stallion kept his head low as she went on and on. No matter what she said, Xanthos knew that the mare must have thought he held some sort of purpose, for she had not come charging at him with the intent to kill, or even harm. That fact alone almost made him chuckle, but he managed to keep it held back. For being so foreboding, he was surprised.

Despite his urge to speak, the grullo remained quiet as the jackal turned and made haste to Elizabeth, whom, thanks to the direction of the winds, he had noticed just moments before. There was a brief exchange between them, and then the silvered Corporal turned her attention to him. Ever so slightly he lifted his head, holding her gaze with an intense look of his own. "Whatever makes you sleep better at night," he spat mentally, knowing better than to speak it aloud at the moment. He was gravely outnumbered here, and any retaliation would likely result in his death.

Then, when he thought that the confrontation might have come to an end, he spotted her. It was the silvered mare he'd met shortly after his arrival to Frostbreath; Faelene, he recalled. When she took up a spot at his side, Xanthos was taken by surprise, but then again, she had not seemed like the rest during their brief meeting. Her words were like venom as she directed Elizabeth and Psyche, and suddenly, it felt as if a fire were alight inside his own belly. Perhaps if there were more unicorns like her, then Helovia would be a different place. Still, he had no business proclaiming that he knew her well enough to make such comparisons.

"Faelene had nothing to do with my actions," the grullo was quick to speak, unknowing of the relationship held between the trio. Last he knew, Faelene had yet to ever meet them. Glancing to the said mare, he gave a sharp exhale, his sides depressing. "... Perhaps, though, she has a point."