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Post by Storeh on Dec 27, 2010 23:16:47 GMT -5
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The dished expression of nostrils flared in almost serene sensibility as the lingering breath danced with whips of steam along the idle collection of breeze. Fluttering lids opened themselves to the awaiting embrace of shadowed world as the moment before was soon lost in the wake of the next. Slow expression of smile featured prime on her features as orbs traced intertwined canopy of frost-laden leaves, the withering forms masked by the shimmering beauty of winter. Long stilts reached forth with little more than idle stride as the form pressed forth with head lowering to degree status. Petal ears swiveled with obvious survallience of the surround cushion of dark atmosphere as it pressed into the central workings of forest, moans of spirits nearly tangible as audios.
Patchwork patterns of shade danced with interlacing frames as shimmering grace upon smooth ebony lighten pelt, the chill not reaching below the silken surface. Mindful farther for the growing darkness of shadow, she wished for the presence of her father for a moment before moving on without mind. He would appear before he if he so chose. Yet, the muscles froze in place as instantaneous scent drifted from the dense vegitation, blood pounding in folds of ears as the life grew closer. Fluttering beat of wings, veins streaming in warmth.
Look silenced the aura of silhouette as a sharp cry pierced surrounding wave of air, the tangible pressure changing as form fell listfuly from above. The form left a trail of raining crimson as the mare below opened her maw to catch it with surprising ease. The crunch of fangs removed all doubt of heart as blood dripped from exposed teeth, the remaining from on high painting marked pelt. Taste exploded as another harlequine smirk captured entire being, before the hawk's lifeless body is dropped with resounding echo to the forest floor, pooling.
The delicate arch of swan-like neck extended with almost fragile innocence with a flare of scents to corpse. Once more, maw parted with intent as a bite was taken. Winter bore forth its fruits in the darkest of days to the mixed Reaper, in all her many thirty-odd years she lived with this sense of collected interest to world. Ears flickered back as delicate head raised for a moment, a whistle of whinny resounding to bear forth witness to presence, deterring others to her stance over feeding.
Self-assured of time passing sufficent to bear forth no witness to her acts, though she was not shamed, the feeding continued with normal progression as the mare hummed herself a familiar tune from sheltered childhood. Shiver raced with succession along spine as the flicker of remember cheshire smile and glimmering crimson orbs presented themselves to minds' eyes. Father. Sweat tricked from skull as the surrounding air seemed to darken with the hint, aura suffocating as the mane snapped head to erect fashion, ears swiveling. Senses sharpened.
'Os iusti,
Meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius,
Loquetur iudicium,
Beatus vir qui,
Suffert tentationem,
Quoniam cum probates fuerit,
Accipiet coronam vitae,
Kyrie, Ignis Divine, eleison,
O quam Sancta,
Quam Serena,
Quam Benigna,
Quam Amoena,
O Castitatis Lilium,'
New sweat beaded forth across slim pelting as the presence embraced shade to the position behind her. The words drifted forth hauntingly, the Latin words sung eerily to the tune she had previously hummed. As the thought snapped forth into the placings, the mare spun with ease as in the next moment she bowed forth to the arriving form, head resting nearly to the earthen ground as mane billowed downward in waves of hair. Trembling, emerald orbs widened as the nearly inaudible sounds of hooves stepped forth.
'Lucy...' A purring tone drifted to meet her petal ears as the name was spoken for her. Mind reeled in the basking chill, causing her to quake more. No answer was received, for it was unneeded for the exchange. Father. Hello. The only horse the mixed mare feared. 'Rise, my dear child, rise...or shall I have to force?' The mere suggestion rocked her form with unwanted thought as she staggered to feet, eyes downcast in occurrence. She could never look at him.
Breath lingered on withers as the form of the stallion circled her dainty frame, as if taking in her condition with collected interest. None was shown, of course. Lucifer. Father. Mind scrapped across barren expanse of thoughtlessness as he stopped his motions as if to inspect the remains of her kill. A sound of approval was made, a cooing collection as he once more made forth to her delicate head. He departed with a soundless collection of wind as the stench of death wafted after him. She breathed, deeply, collecting herself as the emerald eyes once more opened themselves to the world. She stood without motion, without expression, without sound, and the world was silent around her.
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[/color] Muse: ...Rocky..
OOC: That was lengthy! 100th post! Yay! :3
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Post by Vel on Dec 30, 2010 18:14:18 GMT -5
Crowley Crowley lazily sauntered through the supposed 'dark lands' of the island. They really weren't that bad. Sure there was a rather unsavoury character here or there, but these lands had never seen true darkness. Crowley came from a place where true darkness thrived in the land of death. Crowley himself really wasn't that bad, but somehow he ruled over those who had their hearts filled with hate.
The ebony stallion had come into this dismal looking place for no particular reason but to be there. Did he need to justify why he was where he was? No. He was there because he could be and that was all the reason he needed. Perhaps somewhere in his mind he figured one of his own kind would be there. That would be a nice addition to his herd.
Crowley was a self proclaimed leader. There was a true leader to the land and her name was Valdis. Crowley had a problem with her, she was so young and naive. She made rash decisions and let her emotions take control of her just like a hormonal teenager. She constantly made Crowley roll his eyes. He always ended up having to fix what she ruined with her poor personality. She had then disappeared for some time, which made Crowley a very happy horse. He had told the other Grims and Reapers that he would be their new leader since their old one was an insufficient weasel who couldn't handle her duties. Sadly, she had returned, but something had changed in her making her not so stupid.
Crowley had been on this planet for as long as he could remember. He had seen a lot of stupidity, but Valdis had to top the scales. While she only had four years of life, he had hundreds of years of experience in things that most horses would never even imagine. Crowley was very unique in what he was, and no one knew of his past. He spoke in odd ways at times and used analogies and phrases that baffled other horses. It wasn't that he didn't want to share his history, he would love to talk, but he had too much fun making others think that he was a basket case. He would certainly tell them if anyone asked, but they never did, so why speak up?
The stallion halted when he caught the scent of death, something he was all too familiar with. One of his kind was here, he knew it. Now to find this wonderful horse. Crowley broke into a jog and began humming long forgotten song to himself. When he finally caught sight of a fellow equine he halted and let out a whinny, calling to it. Perhaps this was where the scent was coming from. It couldn't hurt to check it out. |
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Post by Storeh on Dec 30, 2010 20:41:37 GMT -5
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The mere hints upon proclamation bearing forth to control the tides that listfully worked through spaceless airs was not the declaration the call was made to harbor for announcement. A haunting tune bore form more than sufficient assurance to folds of petal ears for the mare to know that there was another Reaper amongst her surroundings ranks. Then, the whiny gave grounding faith to the assumption the fea had already decided in the pits of mind. Dished head raised a degree, heightening her erect stance as Lucy turn to bestow emerald gaze upon the form, nostrils flaring.
The sickly sweet scent of wised Reaper flesh drifted forth from the silhouetted stag, causing her ears to flick forth in interest as her eyes caught features with ease. The ebony black pelt drew her intent farther as a whistled audio rippled from her prepared throat, the high sound echoing off the low tangle of canopies. It was an odd sensation to the aged mare, for his aura was tangible even at the distance they kept from each other. He had survived many a winter, had he not? Yes, far surpassing hers of thirty-seven.
Patchwork patterns from on high gave grace to the ruined markings upon pelt as now muscles rippled with clockwork efficiency to allow herself to turn fully to greet him, expression of interest clear upon the face of her. Mind reeled to take in details of the situation that move in accordance to the stag, documenting with intent his very own purpose. The stance he held, the very way he seemed to carry himself even in still demeanor suggested nothing short of experience. Yes, it was all of interest to the keen eyes of the mixed fea.
maw parted in ease of Cheshire smile as tongue ran quickly across racking lips to remove residual crimson from her previous endeavor feast. The hint of her father's arrival as well as departure held on her heavy, the scent of him mixing with her own to create the entire rank of death they both embedded into themselves from bloodlines. The area still was fully dark as the mare thought with consideration of the breaking to offer silence to this arrival. Yet, the aged fea Lucy was not one to break the silence between strangers if she was not the one introduced. No, she would allow herself the temptation of waiting.
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OOC: ^^
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Post by Vel on Jan 3, 2011 9:34:06 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley now knew that he had the mare's complete undivided attention. There was no denying it. Her stance changed as her movements told him that she was interested in him. Who was he? Why was he here? He could tell there were may questions reeling and replaying in her mind. They would all be answered in time. The fae's interest in him only pushed him further. To put it bluntly, Crowley was the very definition narcissistic. He had always been that way and he knew it. It wouldn't be as bad if he was unaware of his adoration for himself and everything concerning him, but he was fully conscience of it all.
"Hello there." he said slyly in manner that could only be described as cat-like. Everything about this stallion seemed to have feline qualities to it, from his odd yellow eyes to the way he lazily carried himself. It would not be any surprise if he were some sort of elegant feline in a past life. Unfortunately, he was not a cat in a past existence, but even then he still had cat-like characteristics. Perhaps it was how all demons who were really not all that demonic acted.
"Allow me to introduce myself." he continued with his head still held as high and proud as ever. "My name is Crowley." he said with a bob of his head as he flashed her a smile. As said before Crowley was not dark in a sense that one would normally think. Instead he was very mischievous and devious. He was intelligent. In fact, he was smarter than almost all of the horses on the island put together. He had had so many years and different experiences in his existence on the Earth that he was as useful as a set of large encyclopedias.
After a brief moment of hearing nothing other than the winter winds' ominous howls as it gusted through the trees, Crowley spoke up again. "Well since you now know me, I would like to know you. What is your name?" he asked her when he cocked a hind leg and rested his weight on the other side of his body. As bored as he may have appeared, Crowley really was interested in what this mare had to say and what her story was. He had himself assured that by the end of their conversation, how ever long it may take, he would have acquired a new member to 'his' herd.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 3, 2011 18:04:15 GMT -5
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The detailed construction of behavior in relation to puzzled pieces of scraped shards sunk with an ending note as mind absorbed sentences. Naming itself was enough to seal creative intent as petaled ears swiveled backward to test the tone of moaning wind as the question reached forth from the stallion's almost lazed maw. Scrutinizing this ebony stag took no more than the impression of fleeting momentary stall as gears grind to fabricate the given elements for response. Dished dent of muzzle rose a tentative degree as winter blew a hollow socket in this arrival of companionship. She merely took this into noted count, as an impression of the future to come.
'My calling is Lucy,' The fea gave these words with a concealed amount of charge, the electric tinge to the air at the audios was hardly tangible as she gave Crowley nothing more to bear witness to. Plain spark of eye observed lightly the moment of passing when the mixed one tested air about her with a tinge of heightened attentiveness as she could tell by the mere sight of her later that he was enjoying such a intent from any. Very self-aware by the simple taste of times.
The purpose of the showing of himself prompted easily into her thoughts, though the mare was more than sure it was nothing worth her bothering to investigate. Nevertheless, Lucy knew it was one of the only things she had to work over, and passing the time with something more than her silence was worth. More likely than not, the wised Reaper was in a place of command in the isles. She herself knew only of one herd that allowed the breed into their lands, and that was the breed's own home. He was here to find more of his kind, then? To happen upon maybe a young stag or mare wandering about without the clues of their origin.
But Lucy was not a young mare, by any means, though her youthful appearance was misleading to all whom she fell, however briefly, into acquaintance with. Most whom she could remember were younger than her, thirty-seven of her years had been nearly continuously spent in this forest green, though the darkness surrounding her misled at times over borders of the isles. Her mind was fevered at times, with her own origins, though the presence of her father calmed that.
Returned to this, she was not interested in going to the Reaper's homeland. The fea was not suited to herd life, with her temperament as continued with intolerant of younger equines above ranked. Ignorance was a fault she could not ignore, though her calm demeanor one might see such a thing. Feigning calmness was something of masked promise, practiced to an art over the years. Alone in this forest is where she would stay, hunting for her meals as well as generally living out the rest of immortal life. Turning her attention back to the Reaper before her, the mare could not help but wonder what, indeed, this was all about. Soon, though, she would have the patience enough to gather for finding out the answer to such a tedious question.
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OOC: Kind of rambled a little bit. ^^
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Post by Vel on Jan 4, 2011 20:36:18 GMT -5
Crowley
So her name was Lucy. That was rather unimpressive. Crowley stared at her blankly for a moment before saying "Lucy? Really? I thought maybe you would have a more interesting name." He always spoke what was on his mind at the moment. It had gotten him into heaps of trouble before and would surely continue to get him into fixes in the future. "Huh. Nothing wrong with the name of course, it just doesn't seem ... you." he continued on. Crowley just had reasoned that with such a vibrant appearance, she would have an exotic name to match. Lucy was quite plain and simple, not to mention common. Crowley had met several Lucys in his day.
"So Lucy, I assume that you are what I am, if not half of what I am? Breed wise that is." he asked her as he cocked his head to the side. He was curious to know why she was wandering out here instead of in his lands living with the small herd of Grims and Reapers that he had grouped and kept together over the years. Although, she could be a very young one like Valdis, who was only a four years old. Sometimes she though she was grown up, but to Crowley four years of age seemed like an infant. Plus, Valdis was always emotionally unstable like the hormonal teenager she was. Lucy was ten times better already.
"Listen Lucy. I would love to stay and listen to a life story that you may or may not tell me, but knowing these situations I assume you will, I would just like to ask you if you would want to come to my home where more of our kind reside." Crowley said as he impatiently looked behind his shoulder as if he were waiting for the arrival of a friend. Crowley could be blunt and rude at times, but if he felt like it he could also be a charming sophisticated being. Today was one of his impatient days, therefore he was going to act on impulse.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 4, 2011 20:53:26 GMT -5
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The impassive constructed scene of mask that had fabricated to captivate the entirety of her features did not even falter a hint as the Reaper stallion took taste of her name with scrutiny upon tongue. Peeking her intent upon the subject manner, the fea did not make motion to interrupt, nor correct him, when he assumed that this was her true calling and not the pet name given to her as title by the father who always lurked beyond shadowed gates. Patience prevailed as the stag Crowley finished sufficiently with the blunt announcement of his business that had happened upon chance into her acquaintance.
Yet, the little triviality did not allow swaying of egotistical tendencies as a calculating smile played prey upon the vivid features of delicate face. Petaled ears tipped forth a degree as emerald orbs sparked in half-light, for she found amusement in the situation that underlined her entire existence. For she had been correct in her previous assumptions about the ebony equine. Spot on, in fact, as well as mind already calculated response some moments ago while he himself was on the verge of suggestion. Lucy was not one to be easily coupled into herd passing membership.
In truth, the mare was quite disappointed in the very typical actions of arrival that had drawn such a seemingly interesting stallion to her plate, for she herself would have loved to seen something that would surprise her aged mind. But, nevertheless what the whimsical hopes her mind had feverishly dreamed, it just was not so. He was here on normal timings, for a simple purpose, and he had shed the coat of interest that had so captivatingly as well as willingly sucked Lucy into his presence.
'I shall be as so marked to decline such an offer. My patience with ignorance is quite thin as of late, and it would be a pity to allow myself to indulge in igniting fevered flame between two of blood.' It was truth, in her words, for she knew that the youngest of Reapers bred ignorance, passed the gossiping poison on wind, every single line was torture to the mare, and she would never willingly suffer such a punishment with thoughtlessness. Delicate head tipped down a degree as mind ground in contemplation of next move, as if this was all a game of chess.
The vividly marked mare snorted slightly, raising her neck to its full extent as orbs then traced the outlined of patchwork canopy, calculating calmly the time she had seemingly wasted in the conversing, and how much of the day she would have remaining if she was to leave now. Her schedule was free, but the boredom she felt with the present company was leaking.
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[/color] Muse: :3 Perfection.
OOC: Really like this post.
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Post by Vel on Jan 5, 2011 17:50:50 GMT -5
Crowley
The stallion frowned a bit as the mare spoke. Of course she would say that. His impatient ways had lost him yet another opportunity. Oh well, there would be more. It was her loss anyway. "I understand." Crowley said with a nod. "I guess I will be on my way then." he announced as he turned to leave this place. "It's your own loss. I can't change who I am just to please a persnickety mare, who I do not know a single thing about." he said as he threw his head over his shoulder to look back at the interesting mare once more.
With that said, Crowley continued to saunter away from her now on a new quest of some sort. Perhaps he would go cause a bit of panic in Belle Valle. That was always fun to do. He would see how much trouble he could cause in one day with the mares in that land. They were just too fussy, up tight and, what was the word he was looking for? Light. It always gave him such pleasure to watch their faces as he invaded their picture perfect lives.
When he was far enough away from Lucy that she couldn't see him he stopped for a minute. That really was stupid of him. Oh well, he knew there were more fish in the sea so to speak of. If she ever became bored, which he knew she would, she was free to seek out his land and meet the other Grims and Reapers. Her live would be very long without a doubt, and in all of Crowley's years he had been very, very bored. That was another reason he now acted the way he did. He became bored with acting like anyone should expect from him during his whole existence. It was fun to see how horses reacted to his different personalities he chose each day.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 5, 2011 19:31:53 GMT -5
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The creased channels etched deeply into the soft velveteen folds of petaled receptors unmistakably twirled forth with perfect time as the consistence of arrogant tones easily reigned in surrounding masterful style of silence. As he declared her own state of being marked in the digression of his very own choosing, the broadening of fathomless smile bestowed itself with purposeful, nourished captivation. The cantankerous words bore the fea more than what was offered in suite to the departure of Crowley, as emerald orbs sparked deviously. A declaration of something hidden, for the words were scheduled as if well-rehearsed, but the way of delivery was something of essence hidden below the mere conjured surface facade.
Was there even a ping of regret in the casting out of the stallion's proposal of binding? Not even a shred remained, for herd life was of different taste that what easily settled upon her own tongue, unbearable in the very minimal of descriptions. The mind settled upon this as a right of times, the matter more than decided upon in feverant mind-styled. The lonesome tune once more played its notes upon her lips, the song itself something more than just its myth of origins. Eons old it its own right, the days of its words had tragically been cut to a premature short with the ages dwindling. Elder ones would sometimes hum its beat, but forget its words, meanings. Yet it was something always on her exhaling breaths. Soon, the whispering tone changed to a mournful set of collected words, echoing with haunting sensations into the surroundings. Truth be told, the mare Lucy did not wish to sing it to the world around her, but in her years, none would know its meaning.
'The mouth of the just shall meditate wisdom..
And his tongue shall speak judgement...
Blessed is he who resists temptation...
Since he, with striving, shall receive the crown of life!
Lord, divine fire, have mercy!
Oh how sacred,
How serene,
How benevolent,
How lovely.
Oh lily of chastity!'
The mere tone sent shivers through the darkness surrounding her idle form, the motionless splendor in awe of the suffering world she had wished merely into existence thrived here. Ashen borders seemed to shudder with the wilting of crystalline leaves as the sun disappeared entirely from patchworked heavens, no rays now bearing forth their presence. The mare Lucy lulled herself into deceit, the wishful thinking of false confidence in being alone as well as secluded as the rest of surroundings merely hid from the song born from the mouth of Death himself.
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OOC: I just want this to continue on, I hope Crowley finds this of interest! xD
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Post by Vel on Jan 7, 2011 20:09:38 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley had made his way into Belle Valle, only to be greeted with nothing other than a deserted snowy landscape. He should have known that this valley would be empty. It was winter! What horse in there right mind would be enjoying their day in a bitter land like this? Summer and spring seemed to be the only time that this realm was occupied and thriving with horses of every age, colour, and gender.
The stallion frowned and let out an annoyed huff. He now made the choice to go back the way from which he came so he could find a shortcut to Cascata. He also knew that it would probably be as desolate as Belle Valle, but there was no crime in going to check things out.
As Crowley moved into the 'dark lands', a faint whisper in the wind drifted to his ever flicking audits. The haunting melody caused him to stop in his tracks. His lutescent optics slowly surveyed the quiet forest as he attempted to pinpoint the source of the lyrics being sung.
The stag began to jog forward, seemingly frantic to find where this tune was coming from. The tune was so familiar to him, yet something entirely new. It was a very strange sensation that this simple song had on him. Now he could only find the source. Perhaps it was a crow singing songs from the old days. He doubted it though, crows voices didn't sounds like that.
Finally Crowley came upon a horse, who was none other than Lucy, the mare he had met before. He gave her a funny look and said. "Oh. It's just you." he was about to turn and leave when something stopped him and he slowly spun around once more. "Where did you learn that song?" he inquired. It had just then dawned on him it wasn't a crow song, it was a song from his breeds old days.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 7, 2011 20:29:40 GMT -5
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The faint collection of fleeting distortion caused to give meaning to the silhouettes that warped themselves upon viewing edged timelessly to the very faltered edge of subconscious as the stallion from momentarily settlement gifted himself to her emerald optics presently. It was almost shrouded cleverly in the air of supposed disappointment when the drawn Crowley came with frowning realization that the haunting beast was merely the fea, but with the natural signs about them, the curious stranger soon asked her a question without meaning alike. Had he himself been ignorant of passing glances given by idle darkness that held itself to collection at her pace? Did he take her the foolish child caught tempting shade with master's song? Certainly not! Or so fevered mind wished. For it was one thing to give wise forms too poor credit for their minds, but too much was unspoken.
Without the arch of arrant suspicion that most likely existed abundantly into the ebony stag's own weathered cranium, her fabricated answer was truth mixed with the tales of own that did her justice in strife. 'I shall not be as so bold to label you the injustice of ignorance, kind stallion, but some things to the eye cannot be trusted.' Assurance of his intelligence was all the pressure her tongue needed to simply offer with no edit exactly what proclaimed itself upon mind. Was her age, in actuality, an objective of question. She digressed upon this, care he take more full care for explaining, she continued onward, 'One such as yourself should also be marked to identify...family traits?' He was certainly wizened, that was clear by the seeming expanse of wisdom that was more than facade at disposal. He was, without doubt, marked enough in years to tell the mark of death's play upon her features. Her father was a infamous creature, after all, as he was always about them.
Once more, Lucy took into consideration the downplaying of Crowley's intelligence, if it was indeed not holding up as much depth as it flaunted to possess. The stallion had been around the world a time or to, no? Then why was he allowing himself to be made wrong when the answer was right under his maw. Clever, witty, yet they did not tie to ties in mind. If he was as clever as he had seemed, would he not know her years by her speech, her heredity by her pelting and presence? That her name was merely a calling, not the full sense of the word. Nostrils flared as she collectively gazed at him, a look of almost intent dismissal clear upon every fold, cease, line, spark that she held within her grasp.
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OOC: Woah. O.o
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Post by Vel on Jan 8, 2011 15:11:03 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley studied her for a moment as she spoke. Yes, he could be ignorant, but that was his own choosing. "I know you probably think me dim because of the way I act and speak. I may ask 'stupid' questions, but I choose to be that way my dear Lucy. I understand that your are of some age, but to me your age is most likely like being an infant still." I spoke in a more serious manner now. Crowley was now somewhat agitated with Lucy. He did, in fact, know that she had some years under her belt. He had been around the true young, and they were stupid. She was not stupid. She was very intelligent, but also very serious. Crowley was very intelligent as well, but he did not like being serious. His mischievous ways were often misconstrued, making others think he was young, and like Lucy probably thought, not the brightest bulb in the box.
"And you must think I a complete idiot if you do not think I know your genealogy. I do in fact know. You are what I am, perhaps not fully, but some. If I had to ask your heritage, then you may think me stupid. The only reason I ask about the song you were singing is because it is from the very old days, forgotten to many of our kind except the very old. You are not that old. I can tell. So I guess I should restate my question into terms that are easier. I know what you are, I know you are of age, but how do you know this song? It hasn't been heard for years and years. You must be affiliated with an elder perhaps?"
Crowley was quite the talker, or more appropriately, a rambler. He just liked hearing the sound of his own voice even if he did not say so himself. He was certainly his own unique being. If Lucy truly knew him, she would know why he acted the way he did and his reasoning behind it. To hell with her though. She was just a horse who would come to be nothing but a fleeting memory. As of now, she was there to occupy his time and give him something to do in the dismal life that he was living. Now was one of the times that he wished he had his old life back. It was much, much more exciting then.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 8, 2011 17:19:12 GMT -5
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The unyielding mind supplied ample figures to coincide in nearly perfect alignment as illustrious language filtered itself through the delicate folds of painted petaled ears. Mind delicately picked apart the statements stag bore for her to analyze, dissecting the annoyance he felt to her as thoughts of his own seemed to believe her thoughts of supposed ignorance upon tones. What a cantankerous old fool, indeed, if he was so bold to try and decipher feelings in which he had no part of simply to amuse, as well as remove, himself from the situation. What little knowledge could this offer to his expanse since he was so figuratively well-versed in all that was. Fleeting, positively fleeting. Was this a hope for him to achieve simple knowing of something he did not? Possible. For she had nothing to do with his particular unit of interest, though she was not one to deny his knowledge because of pledges of dislike.
With thoughtful consideration to the years of playless parts she had taken in this world, the mare decided that she would give him his wishes simply because then they would satisfy her own enough for this little dwindling task to be carried out. As much as she did not wish to accept the fact herself, Crowley was a very versed, interesting, equine, that she had taken a practical observation to. 'Diabolus. Lucifer. Ha-Satan. King of Reapers. Beelzebub. Call him what you may, high stallion, but he is the one who I am sired by.' Her tone was a but quieter than it was as of usual circumstance, the mentioning of such a thing nearly blasphemous to the equine himself. Nostrils flared with dimming proportions as surroundings embraced mere shade of aura.
The Reaper mare was cautious about this sudden declaration that she had spoken to the ebony stag, for even among society a mention of the sort was not of common reference. Head raised to scent wind as skin shivered slightly with the realization. Was it a mistake then, that this knowledge was now shared with fruitless equality to Crowley? Her heritage was a sketchy thing of besting, one of the reasons she skirted the lands of the Reapers as much as she did the lights. Feeling the slight essence of paranoia, the mixed fea felt uneased in the stallion's aura now, but more so with the unknowing of her own father's reactions to this. As much as she wished to continue with the strange stag, she was distracted.
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Post by Vel on Jan 8, 2011 21:11:44 GMT -5
Crowley
Cat-like eyes remained fixed on the mare as the words softly tumbled out of her mouth. Crowley cocked his head a bit at this small change. She had not spoken like this before. In his previous, yet brief encounters with the mare, she had spoken in an assertive manner before, and now she seemed as if she were almost afraid to speak. Interesting. What could cause a change like this? Yes, it was very subtle, but Crowley easily detected change, no matter how small. When Lucy finally spoke the name, he finally understood. It even caused his brow to raise a bit when she did not fail to mention that he was also her sire.
"I see." was all he said as his eyes wandered over the clouds for a minute. He know understood why she knew the words. Her sire was pretty impressive, but from the way she spoke his name, he was more than sure that she thought differently about the infamous stallion. Perhaps he had more respect for Lucy than he originally did. "Where is he now?" he asked, truly curious. He had no heard of the stallion's where abouts for years. Perhaps he had finally gone off with Death himself, to a place where he would be welcomed with opened arms. Crowley did not expect her to answer, knowing the type of response she had just given him. If Lucy did not give him an answer Crowley had his ways in finding out any information his little heart desired.
With a new found interest, Crowley mellowed down a bit in mere seconds and put on a more serious facade. Perhaps Lucy would be more than meager entertainment for him this fine winter day. Perhaps he could have found a partner for an afternoon of intelligent conversation. That would be delightful. He rarely had the chance to do that anymore. It was funny how certain things like this came along in one's life.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 8, 2011 22:07:08 GMT -5
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The withering that asserted presence upon the lifting tangible surface submissively crowned sharpened senses as Crowley continued to tempt mind farther by the mere suggestions of stance. Question hung with sharpened daggers, embedding deep into the quaking tissue of the mare's distorted gears of mind, causing the mirror to shatter slightly as his features depicted serious natures. Collecting the inhalment of stale air, sides heaved with this motion as Lucy composed herself under the unbroken aura of masked timidness. An answer had to be offered without hesitation, and though mere moments had passed with little sound but unbearable silence from herself, the fea churned the notion around once more before continuing to converse with the now seemingly interested stallion.
'With most certainty somewhere in Terra Scure, for he appeared very shortly before you announced your own presence.' Emerald orbs sparked slightly with the mere mention of their fevered reunion, for it had been just as the others meant. More of a collection, or assurance, of his own property more than anything else. So it had been her entire life, a patchwork sewed game of hide as well as seek with her father through the dark trails of this very forest. As these thoughts streamed, the trill of a bird caught the hint of ears as once more frames were sharped to allow her to peer once more at the Reaper stallion, contemplating the pathways of his own thoughts.
The clarity that now shed light upon the ebony stag's keen interest in mind was taken with little more than arrant reserve, for she would expect no less from one of his station, for she had seen it before her own glancing orbs more than a pair of times before. what would have been more remarkable in her book, though far less enjoyable, was if he had simply laughed and left her to her own thoughts, which was something that rarely happened in this place. Blowing softly, the velveteen muzzle dipped slightly as mind considered the nature of this harmless meeting once more. What where either of them to gain by this? He would never draft her into herd, or land, and he was most certainly not on the hunt for a mate. She, on the other hand, was just pleased with the chance to converse with someone far more versed in the horridity of world than she. Though, already with the chance of appearance, the mediocre conversation was barley sustainable at least. What an appraisal, to be certain.
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