08-11-2016, 10:32 AM
Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends
Lucky was a word Xylo hadn't given much mind to in a very long time. He supposed if he was being honest with himself, coming to Beqanna had been lucky for him. He was meeting people, he was attempting to move forward in his life. He was trying, to the best of his ability. He'd even taken refuge in the Tundra, which he was learning may have been more work and commitment than he initially expected. But he could not forget. He couldn't forget her faces..their faces. The life he'd had ripped away from him still burned in the back of his restless mind and that made him horribly unlucky.
He looked rather genuinely in Adaline's direction as she spoke though, nodding along to her voice. Perhaps it was the fact that he felt almost comfortable, not threatened in the least. But Xylo found himself relaxing. His muscles, which had been tense under his thinning body, became softer. A breath escaped his muzzle that he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. It almost felt nice, to be standing and casaually interacting with others again. In his mind, Xylo cursed himself for being independent so long. Loneliness always took him down a winding trail of depression, a twisted path that left him empty with no hope of escaping. This time though, he had to climb out.
Xylo offered a small chuckle when Fart spoke of girls running him off. Rather under his breath, and not particularly to the small group he added, "Women running men off is their speciality, don't take it personally." Of course, he could see how Fart would. But he was trying to add some humor to the conversation, however failed his attempt may have been.
The laugh that escaped the other stallions mouth as he spoke of luck startled Xylo. It was one of the more genuine noises brought into the conversation, and he found himself letting out a quick laugh himself. Luck wasn't real, but coincidence sometimes dealt you a lucky hand. This was his. Two other weirdos hanging out in meadow, no real rhyme or reason for being there and no real rhyme or reason to head home. Where or whatever that may be.
His gaze shifted back to Adaline, and he watched her with quiet admiration. The two creatures before him were unlike any he had ever seen. But the mare, she was still quite beautiful. His eyes were trained on her veins, and when he realized his gaze could be taken offensively he softly shook his head and broke the stare. Of course, it wasn't meant to be rude. He simply had never seen anything like her, and he was startled and intrigued by her, by both of them. A sideways smirk crept over his face, meant to dull any threat she may have felt if she caught him staring.
"I'm not sure I believe in much at this point...." He finally spoke, the silence sitting just a smidge too long, as per usual. "But whatever brought all three of us here, well I'm not terribly opposed to it."
Xylo
