Xaliphax - Whiterun Stables - Tagged: Almighty Celenr
The cat-beast stroked Xali's muzzle and the horse breathed a quiet sigh, but its elf-creature companion warded her away. He and the cat-beast made eye contact before a familiar set of footsteps lifted his spirits. Celenr returned from the city, replacing the two others as Xaliphax's company. "Seems like you don't need me to have company." His rider dropped the bag and the ivory steed huffed in return, as if to comment that he would never think such a thing. Celenr was a curious individual whom, like Xaliphax, had a purpose. However, when Celenr began to untack him, the horse grew uneasy with the burden of his saddle lifted. As eager as he'd been to leave the cramped stable, Xali resisted the Breton's lead to the grass, but reluctantly followed at the smell of treats. With all of his tack removed, Xaliphax was even more stunning; his coat was a beautiful shade of white with only his muzzle and eyes being darkened, yet his behavior contrasted his appearance. He shifted uncomfortably in the grass, almost to the point of pacing back and forth. The white stallion had never been without his tack, and he felt vulnerable. Even the enticing apple offered by Celenr did little to ease the horse, who sought the Breton's hand for a sort of reassurance.