[tireless serching] -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

Second & tiers qui font prime musique

Sera par Roy en honneur sublimee,

Par grance & maigre presque demy eticque

Raport de Venus faux rendra deprimee.

niveous steed swivells auditives in direction of the voice. far from shocking him the unexpected presence merely brought about the focus of his radar listeners. blandly he twitched his muzzle from the wind current in which it rested and aligned it with his ears. absorbing the scent of the unfamiliar he consequently forced upon her the whole of his sightless stare. imprisoned irises held blankly onto some point upon the mare's body, and being accustomed to such not seeing it didn't occur to him to worry about whether or not it was her own pools that he met.
with the polite manner the strangers adopted upon first wandering into their new terra he strung together a cordial reply.
however the words that touched his lips were not those he had planned. they caused his glassy-eyed stare to become focused, direct. the milky blue to become opaque, palpable almost. oblivious to this fact he marched through the small pronunciation lightly. but the tone was twisted and weighed heavily upon the air, slowly, gluttonously absorbing what they touched. tainted speech erupted his larynx, in neither the language nor the directness predecided by the speaker;

De Castillon figuieres iour de brune,
De femme infame naistra souuerain Prince:
Surnom de chausses perhume luy posthume,
Onc Roy ne fut si pire en sa prouince.

setting himself back, more comfortably within his setting the lactescent mascu tipped his auds once in reneggation of his turn for speech. he carefully calculated what he could so far. his deftly analysation of her perfume rested in his mind, so charged by the heightned sense that her taste washed his mug. he atentively responded to each of her movements -- from the swishing of a tail, to the crunching as snow gave way beneath her weight. details that she probably was not aware of herself. all without budging his impassable ooids. he would like to know what she looked like. already he could sense a fluctuation in her attitude through the alternate balance of acidity within her tangent fragrance. he trusted his nose, and did not for a single second waver that he may need a visual verification to confirm his susipcion. but he gaurded himself from asking the questions the blind are most usually excused to ask. were it not impolite he would already have bent nearer to feel the texture of her dermis against his own. already he would have mapped the curves of her whithers and flanks, gathered himself a black and white sketch of her appearance. for at the moment he was - literally - in the dark.

English:In the fortress of malice on a misty day
A sovereign prince will be born of an infamous woman:
Surname of breeches on the ground will make him posthumous,
Never was there a King so very bad in his province.

Second and third which make prime music

By the King to be sublimated in honor:

Through the fat and the thin almost emaciated,

By the false report of Venus to be debased.