Death And All His Friends
Xylo wasn't entirely sure what led him to the Tundra. Perhaps it was the distinctive, yet varying smell of many equines. He wasn't exactly looking for friends, but no matter how much he wished he could find comfort in being alone, he hated feeling lonely. He hadn't felt right since he'd lost her- since he'd lost them. But the mere presence of others, although often awkward on his part, made the dappled stallion feel better. To an extent that it.
He would hardly heard the small, soft sound over the crunch of his heavy hooves on the hardening, dead earth. Yet somehow his ears picked it up and swiveled in the direction from which it came. He followed it, his pace slow and rather unconcerned. It was not curiosity that drove him. Perhaps it was the mere hope that somehow, someway, the sounds could belong to her. He knew it was foolish and impossible, yet Xylo still clung to childlike hope.
Of course, he was wrong. Xylo stumbled upon a creature drinking with immense thirst, and the stallion questioned when the last time he'd enjoyed a drink was. Or a meal, for that matter. He hardly took care of himself. Luckily, his drafty build hide and sign of ribs jutting through his skin...at least he thought. He sighed gently, announcing his presence to the stranger and then dropping his head slightly in a nod. The male was taller than he was in frame, but Xylo had stature on his side. Not that he expected a fight, but he had very willingly wondered into someone else's home. Maybe he should find out who's.
"Xylo." He stated his name simply, smiling as genuinely as one with a heavy heart can muster. "Who are you? And better yet...Where have I found myself?"
Xylo
This is, I have some Xylo muse but also am rushing to go out and get drinks (: