04-26-2020, 11:00 AM
xi
our gospel is living flesh sprawled in dust
Great grey clouds bury the far-reaching field beneath Xi's lucent wings in a dismal sheen. Her analytic purple eyes search for others, but she finds there are few items of interest that rest in the emerald expanse below. Good. The quiet prompts her descent towards the placid lake at the field's heart, and when she alights gracefully on the moist lakeside with a final flutter of her butterfly wings, Xi sighs in appreciation of the silence.
Birds chirp in the distance, the lake laps gently at its shores, the autumn wind sings subtly through blades of grass and faraway tree limbs. Otherwise, there is silence.
It's peculiar to be surrounded by so many scents but so few horses. She has arrived at exactly the right time, Xi decides.
She possesses no regrets or thoughts of her past as she wades hock-deep into the murky waters. She has left no attachments behind, nor important memories to tuck with care into the recesses of her mind for later preening. She is a blank canvas of her own creation.
Xi's drink from the pond is marred only by the subtle, but growing, sound of hooves in the distance. They fall rhythmically against the soft earth of the field, one gentle thud after another. She knows she has been spotted even before she turns to face the stranger who approaches, but when she does it's with a swift pivot of her ivory and peach body, and hardened purple eyes.
“Whisper,” Xi demands in her own quiet hiss before they have a chance to speak. It is not regular practice to warn strangers how to tiptoe around her ability, but assaulting this one with unexpected shrapnel would likely act as a detriment in this moment, when learning about this new place is more important than her devotion to remaining solitary.
Birds chirp in the distance, the lake laps gently at its shores, the autumn wind sings subtly through blades of grass and faraway tree limbs. Otherwise, there is silence.
It's peculiar to be surrounded by so many scents but so few horses. She has arrived at exactly the right time, Xi decides.
She possesses no regrets or thoughts of her past as she wades hock-deep into the murky waters. She has left no attachments behind, nor important memories to tuck with care into the recesses of her mind for later preening. She is a blank canvas of her own creation.
Xi's drink from the pond is marred only by the subtle, but growing, sound of hooves in the distance. They fall rhythmically against the soft earth of the field, one gentle thud after another. She knows she has been spotted even before she turns to face the stranger who approaches, but when she does it's with a swift pivot of her ivory and peach body, and hardened purple eyes.
“Whisper,” Xi demands in her own quiet hiss before they have a chance to speak. It is not regular practice to warn strangers how to tiptoe around her ability, but assaulting this one with unexpected shrapnel would likely act as a detriment in this moment, when learning about this new place is more important than her devotion to remaining solitary.
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Xi possesses Spontaneous Shattering.
Noises louder than a whisper result in nearby objects exploding.
Noises louder than a whisper result in nearby objects exploding.