Posted by Xolotl on June 5, 2008, 1:01 pm
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The night was far from young though so very very far away from being old and decrepit. It was a shocker really to the senses or any creature that dare stroll through such a place while time chose to turn the pages of life at that very moment. A short puff of a breath later and the future was the present, the past withering behind as nothing more then faded memories to blind eyes. Blind, grotesquely whitened eyes that glittered in the moonlight as solid testament to the genetic misfire that was the strange silver bay creature that did indeed dare to move along under the trees. Xolotl was a strange looking sort of horse, tall and well built, startlingly bathed in dapples yet smothered in chocolate pastels with shoulder length white, gray, and chocolate strands of mane all combined into a maelstrom of color adorning his lofty crest. Two ears never seemed to stop moving atop his noble skull, his nostrils were constantly wrinkling, dilating, adhering to the scents that littered the stagnant, humid air of the Sanctuary all around him inside and out. The stallion’s tail swished idly about his massive hocks as he paused mid-stride to listen to the sounds the innards of another horse makes, the strange gut noises, the soft woosh each breath makes as it exits the body in puffs against the dead breeze… Even the rapidly beating heart within a cage of ribs, it’s tempo giving away the holder’s gender. Xolotl’s lips pulled back in a most horrid grimace, his well carved ears slicking back to his skull as he warned away whatever threat this new encounter could hold against a blind, crippled creature like himself. Indeed, he was a cripple… Each step was shortened by the bobbing of his head to compensate for the pain of arthritis that built heavy within his knee, truly it was a miracle such an unfortunate animal, however handsome, had survived! But behind Xolotl’s sightless eyes lay a most beautiful mind to compliment is almost foolishly handsome façade. The young steed had been made old before his time by circumstance and a series of unfortunate events. A bird’s warble, so uncharacteristic to play upon the night, caught the stallion’s ears, and all at once they lifted, supported by his noble skull, and then they twitched to the side to follow the noise’s path as it died upon the dew laden air. Perhaps his presence had startled the poor creature. The sound it made to Xolotl’s ear as they followed it’s progress seemed to tell him so. Like I said, his ears never seemed to stop moving… They painted for him a picture of the world he lived in. So much so that he’d learned to hear his path through the water trodden glade by listening to the noises his hooves made against the ground, they’re depth and hollowness warning him when water or thick growth came too close. Ears that had heard the death of Hawthorne and played the scene of her murder out for unseeing eyes much to his own anguish and distaste. The Glade wore blood it simply shouldn’t. Snorting sharply the dappled horse shook away the memory and once more focused on this other horse. The mare was no doubt the Oracle he'd been summoned to search out for tuteledge. The great white fire mare.
“I mean no harm to ye Hypatia, though more so to my own self, for no one else dare love a cripple such as myself, no King nor Queen would ever wish upon them such a plague… And so I rule and live my life as I so see fit a Rogue by nature‘s decision.” The horse spoke with a grim chuckle plastered upon his lips as those eyes gazed off in the direction the horse stood in. “Perhaps that makes me the only true Rogue of Cabal Glade regardless of the Wolf clothes I wear as the others seem to wish to follow a puppet wanting to be Queen… Then again perhaps I do not even fit there… Alas regardless it makes me a true Rogue, a vagabond unwanted and discarded by life itself!” Such words, such prose… It was indeed what had given the sightless horse the ability to see in a world of such ignorance and folly. And then he spoke one final time. “But fate has lead me here to give me a final chance to… See. I suspect that is why I’ve stumbled upon you, you are the unlucky one given the task of teaching the blind how to read.” Xolotl’s great head shook as he fell silent, waiting for response.
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