Xanthos, named after the immortal horse of Achilles, the one who could speak and who wept at his rider's fate. From the first day, this horse carried a mythic quality in his stillness.
He did not move like a horse being ridden. He moved like a horse choosing to carry you and the difference is everything.
Fifteen years and still carrying wisdom in his body that words cannot translate. He is the kind of horse that reminds you why you chose this life in the first place.