07-24-2016, 10:19 AM
And so it would seem the trio had all been pulled into a conversation none of them wanted. Xylo's face remained rather mellow, his eyes never betraying any of his deeper emotions, clouded over with indifference and perhaps a hint of suffering. And now, perhaps clouded with the sting of smell he had not first noticed, as it had still taken him a couple of strides to be in comfortable range for a conversation.
He watched the other two equines carefully, his mind wanting answers about the other man who was before him. Needing answers. He'd never seen another horse look in such a way, and bring with him the emission of something strong enough to make the gray stud squeeze his eyes every few moments. But he tried to do so subtly, so not to offend. Differences aside, he would never intentionally offend another creature. No one deserved to feel ashamed for being themselves.
The lady piped up about it being a party and he chuckles lightly. It's the first time besides his initial greeting that he's opened his mouth and been vocal in months. The laugh feels foreign on his tongue, forced even though he wished more than anything it could be genuine. Adaline, he fumbles the name in his head, and decides he likes it. He nods at her, before realizing the green man had taken over the floor. He seemed to have some trouble with his introduction, but Xylo had no room to judge.
Fart. Huh. He thought. He had not been alive long enough to be incredibly wise or to have a life worth remembering. But he had been around long enough to hear his fair share of strange names, and this one, this one topped the charts.
After a slightly awkward silence, Xylo realized he was quite stuck in his own head and ignoring the fact that two others were waiting for his name. Social cues were never really his strong suit.... Then again he wasn't sure he had any strong suits. His eyes averted briefly back the the lady. It had been so long since he had looked at a girl and found her to be appealing, physically that is. He didn't let himself anymore. It was disrespectful to a lover he'd long since lost. Someone he needed to leave in the past, but couldn't. And so he found himself briefly looking at the first female he'd seen in a while, and noting that she was indeed easy to look at.
"Xylo." He offered, dipping his head towards both of them and feeling briefly guilty as his forelock fell over his right eye. Then he sort of just awkwardly stood there, not really caring if they stood in silence or spoke again.
He watched the other two equines carefully, his mind wanting answers about the other man who was before him. Needing answers. He'd never seen another horse look in such a way, and bring with him the emission of something strong enough to make the gray stud squeeze his eyes every few moments. But he tried to do so subtly, so not to offend. Differences aside, he would never intentionally offend another creature. No one deserved to feel ashamed for being themselves.
The lady piped up about it being a party and he chuckles lightly. It's the first time besides his initial greeting that he's opened his mouth and been vocal in months. The laugh feels foreign on his tongue, forced even though he wished more than anything it could be genuine. Adaline, he fumbles the name in his head, and decides he likes it. He nods at her, before realizing the green man had taken over the floor. He seemed to have some trouble with his introduction, but Xylo had no room to judge.
Fart. Huh. He thought. He had not been alive long enough to be incredibly wise or to have a life worth remembering. But he had been around long enough to hear his fair share of strange names, and this one, this one topped the charts.
After a slightly awkward silence, Xylo realized he was quite stuck in his own head and ignoring the fact that two others were waiting for his name. Social cues were never really his strong suit.... Then again he wasn't sure he had any strong suits. His eyes averted briefly back the the lady. It had been so long since he had looked at a girl and found her to be appealing, physically that is. He didn't let himself anymore. It was disrespectful to a lover he'd long since lost. Someone he needed to leave in the past, but couldn't. And so he found himself briefly looking at the first female he'd seen in a while, and noting that she was indeed easy to look at.
"Xylo." He offered, dipping his head towards both of them and feeling briefly guilty as his forelock fell over his right eye. Then he sort of just awkwardly stood there, not really caring if they stood in silence or spoke again.
x y l o
death and all his friends