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Post by Vel on Jan 9, 2011 10:25:24 GMT -5
Crowley
A heavy silence hung in the cool air for quite sometime. Crowley kept shifting his weight back and forth, cocking a hind leg up each time. If there was one thing that Crowley hated, it was silences such as this when he was waiting with anticipation for an answer to a question, or a declaration he had been longing to hear. In this case he was waiting for a question to be answered. He thought that maybe Lucy would remain silent to wait for him to change the subject. He had some understanding of why she would not want to speak about her sire.
Finally, the lyrics were heard. The stallion's audits twitched as he re-focused his wandering eyes on Lucy's face. She informed him that her sire was still somewhere in these lands. Huh. Crowley was suprised that he had not crossed his path yet, let alone today since Lucy said that he had come right before Crowley decided to make an appearance. A part of Crowley thought that he had died long ago. For some reason he just pinned him as being hated enough to have someone attack him and rob him of his life. Too bad that never happened.
Instead of inquiring further on the topic, Crowley changed the subject entirely. "Funny weather we've been having lately, yes?" he asked her with a very subtle nod, letting her know that he knew how she felt concerning their previous discusion. Crowley really did not care about the weather patterns at all. Weather was always a topic to end something else. He was now going to wait to see what the mare had to say. He always enjoyed when someone else would pick the topic, he felt it would make for more interesting conversation later.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 9, 2011 11:25:48 GMT -5
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The subjected falsity of ease embraced the pair with as much idleness that moments could give when the surrounding airs lightened with focus sufficiently extracted, as well as then moved to momentary distraction. The mare was grateful to this, allowing the slim pelting upon delicate frame to unravel tense posture enough that to the wandering eye the fea seemed entirely at ease with Crowley's presence. As the return was made, however, the emerald expanse of gaze glimmered with passing purpose as those orbs swept the vast frozen canopy withering overhead, tracing the intricate designs for a breath. Gracious smile then captivate the features of her dainty head as attention was once more shifted to the Reaper stand before her own form, emerald observers taking care not to linger upon his pelting for more than counted seconds as mind wavered with ticking succession.
'Indeed, this season is always full of surprises, is it not?' Lucy let out a breathy laugh, the very minimal sound mimicking an exhale as gaze was turned elsewhere as if in her own pardon. Lighthearted spirits usually did not play host to the mixed mare, but this was indeed quite the exception. Her current former's presence was astounding, having quite the effect on the fea that most did not. With this, she decided to then press the conversation farther, turning the attention to him briefly, though she knew full well it would bear little fruit to herself. Already with the level she knew him, Crowley was a secretive fellow who most likely kept that of his happenings exclusively to himself. 'Pardon me for the prying, but I cannot help but catch the hinting of accent. Pray, where do you originate?' Silently, in the passing second after audios where uttered, petaled ears flicked forth smoothly, as entire posture shifted slightly. Was this done in expectation? Not necessarily, it was more of an open suggestion that both of them had time, as well as company, so why not share stories that both with most likely forget in the coming years.
Yet, deep in the inner-workings of her deeply altered mind, Lucy knew full well that this particular meeting would be savagely branded forever more in her eternal conscious, a scar as well as something fond, that would be forever tossed and churned about. Listening to the breath of herself as well as her opposites, it left her breathless with wonder on just how much of the world was foreign to the fevered mind. It was truth that this Reaper Crowley was the only equine she had carried out in conversation, the others....did not last as long. Long woven tail flicked with small motion as cupped seconds faltered in anticipation, though it had not been long at all since she had spoken.
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Post by Vel on Jan 9, 2011 19:01:01 GMT -5
Crowley
A small smile crept up on Crowley as the mare let out a small laugh of relief when she responded to his question. "Some worse than others." he added in. Winter truly was a season of surprise. Some days could be warm as spring, while others could be below freezing. There could be rain and there could be snow. Winter had to be the season with the most change in it. It often reflected the lives of the horses on the island. They were constantly changing as they were influenced by the events that they experienced daily. It was just a little tidbit of information that Crowley had picked up on during his time on this pitiful spit of land.
Crowley remained silent for a moment after Lucy asked him where he was from. "You know, that is a funny question." he said as he walked a bit closer to a more comfortable talking distance. "I have been around for so long I don't really have a clue anymore." The truth was Crowley did know his origins, but no one would ever believe him. He always played the 'too old to remember' card. It was easier that way. "I have picked up several different accents over my years on earth." he vaguely said. If he actually told the mare all the places he had been, she would think him mad, especially if he told her what he was during those times. "I guess the accent I have now comes from living with a group of horses who came ashore from England." he rambled on. Hell, would Lucy even know where England was? She was born and raised here, so he doubted she would. The only reason she would even have a vague knowledge of its location would be from talking to horses who had lived with humans before they started their lives on Isola Dei Dei.
Sometimes Crowley wished that he could have a horse who would understand him fully; why he did what he did, why he spoke the way he spoke. That was never going to happen, not in a million years. Crowley was a very special and unique horse. It would be hard to find a soul who would understand. He could talk as much as he wanted about it to anyone, but they would think him mad or a prevaricator. Oh they could listen alright, there were many great listeners out there, but, listening and understanding were two toally different things. You could understand without really listening, but no matter how much you listened, sometimes you still could not understand.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 9, 2011 19:24:25 GMT -5
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The perceptible essence that bound fabrics of cradled interest wove farther into the obviously structured illusions that the mare fell so beautifully victim upon, fanatically agitated state thoughts clouded through enough to catch each sparingly vague inclination the Reaper stallion proposed for seemingly little more than amusement. Dutifully, the younger silhouetted mare listened as most would do such, hearing the familiar name of another foreign place that had been tightly packed into skull by fruitless teachings, the information one in a sea of such things pounded into her whilst past days. Exhaled breath did not chance to linger as Crowley went reserved into his own thoughts, the fea observing casually, wishing to hear more with careful construction, but choosing the wise option of not speaking more of it, since his reluctance was all too apparent.
Was Lucy sheltered in this pocket of life that she had little choice but to live? Hardly so, be the honest nature of facts, but in comparison she would seem rather dull. Then again, the more she allowed herself the pleasure on dwelling upon it with careful tread, it was becoming evident that the stallion did not have an equal that she knew of, in these isles. How dull, as well as useless, everything born to him would seem when his eyes had seen such things would real equal. This made her hold bitter tongue as mind clicked scornfully. Conversation must be drab. 'Forgive me, Crowley, for I have little to say that could sway a captivation of interest, for my mind is quite insignificant by comparison to your own, so my ramblings would seem all too rehershed.' The fea was quite bold in this little fragmented shard of speech, for she had decided in mind's eye that the Reaper should know exactly what she was thinking, for his age gave him the write. Yet, as the broken hint of smile reached her features, his name still burned upon her lips, as if another testament scar to remind her.
Mind rejected the stuttering of emotion as wordless sentence followed suite, blocking out the rest as emerald orbs simply gazed into his, the declaration of her own ignorance quite startling, even to herself. Illusions of clouded grace fleeted past on wanderings as she stood without motions, and without the farther editing of her sentence to him. She was not wishing him away, not in the slightest, for she found his company marked as well as enjoyable by all standards. She just wished the former to know that she was not praying wisdom to her own pardon, and that she herself was not that grand in comparison, something rare for mares to declare, especially of her breed. It was true that the pair could stand by and speak of weather as well as other idle things, but if they did, Lucy would feel purposeless for she had nothing to contribute when it came to offering the stallion any hope of distraction or inclination of unknowing.
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Post by Vel on Jan 10, 2011 17:17:50 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley silently took in the mare's words as they were spoken. Insignificant? No, her ramblings, as she so called them, would be interesting to anyone. Every horse was unique individual with something quirky and different about them, what they had experienced in their lives, and how they were able to tell stories. Crowley had yet to find an individual's words boring or insignificant. It did not matter how many years had had under his belt. He could be a complete idiot right now. The only way he ever gained any knowledge and a unique perspective of the world around him was by listening and learning from others.
"Nonsense!" the stallion exclaimed in a voice that made a nearby sparrow spook and take to the sky. "Why don't you enlighten me on your travels around this grand island. I'm sure you've had some adventures worth talking about." he stated, hoping to get the mare to forget his experiences and age. He was almost positive that once she recalled any fond memories of running around on this strange island that she would want to tell him about it. Every living thing on the planet had something that it loved to talk about. If Crowley had learned anything over the years travel and gossip about others were the two most talked about topics. The beings that were satisfied with their lives would find something intelligent, like traveling, to speak about. The ones who were not so content or comfortable with themselves liked to stick their nose in others businesses all the time and then let their friends know what they had heard. Yes, Crowley did not mind hearing gossip, he was always curious, but he never passed it on. Gossiping was as pointless as sticking your hand on a stove. It would only cause something bad to happen.
"Everyone has at some point had something happen to them on this island." he added. "If they did not, then they would be as boring as a bump on log. No, even worse!" he continued rambling. Once Crowley got going, he liked to keep talking. He wasn't even sure if it was because he hadn't talked to anyone in a while, or that he hadn't heard his own voice in a while. He had always been like that from the very beginning, a narcissistic being who loved to talk. It also helped that he had a smooth voice to listen too.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 10, 2011 18:15:34 GMT -5
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The creases constructed purposefully absorbed readily the information that the opposite equine exclaimed with what could be tempted as enthusiasm. It was quite the riveting appeal to the statuette of mare, whom stood erect with engaging pool of mind, utterly approving of this current state of surrounding that was created by the pair. Delicate head crowned downward in degrees as thoughts hurriedly lapped at the audios given, processing a response with fleetness as well as heed. If all was as Crowley declared to be, then she herself had much to offer this line for thoughts to experience, though all had an overall appearance of fairness in the others eyes, from perspective. Nevertheless, mind ground needed hints of gears with successful motion as the smooth audios given fluttered to a halt in the channels of ears, mind focusing instantaneously to extend reply.
'With hope of doing the experience even mild justice, I shall extend the offering of a memory which occurred long past, when I still could be considered a child by most pardons.' The mare paused at this for a careful collection of breath, the intake offering another moment as she then chose to continue, voice deliberate, 'I was, of course, without a dam, and had been left unsupervised for the night as I chose to wander this very forest instead of sleep. It was at this point that I met an equine that had many years, though less so than yourself, who had traveled from a land inhabited by humans. He had this contraption about his head, with a metal bar between his teeth, and that equipment had been snagged in a tall branch. The horse seemed to have no wish to fight at it, just stood in deliberate silence as if he had no choice. Pray, his eyes were unusual, without spark. That has haunted me far past, and I hope that you should be able to enlighten me...?' Lucy was not one to so readily declare her own ignorance to another, but she had little experience with foreign equines, where she was more than certain he had.
She took a tentative step forth, beckoned by the promise of snow on wind, as well as the wind's rising moan. Ears flickered with uncertainty as she once more turned to the Reaper stallion with expected ease, as well as with familiarity. The younger equine had grown quite fond of the company, for her days where usually quite lonely unless she happened upon another Dark mare. The stallions she had encountered where quite different from this one, either not sanely sound, or with the lusting wish to pray upon her.
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Post by Vel on Jan 11, 2011 17:13:57 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley shivered as the cold wind hit his ebony pelt, but kept his attention on Lucy. He gave a small nod of understanding as she spoke about the horse who had gotten his bridle had been snagged on a tree branch. Crowley silently approved at her notice of the poor creature's eyes. Some horses were so obedient to humans, it seemed as if they had no spirit left. Others had the spirit beaten and broken out of them until they worked mechanically without any problems, a picture perfect worker that every man strove to own.
"You're in luck. I will be able to extrapolate upon this incident." Crowley said as he quickly glanced to the darkening sky. Another storm seemed to be looming over head, waiting to drop its snowy load any minute now. "What was on that horse's head is called a bridle. What is in his mouth is a bit." he simply stated. "It is used to control a horse when a man works him either under saddle or on the plow." he continued, not even realising he was speaking in some terms that would go right over her head. "I remember seeing some of the bigger ones work. They never pulled on their bits at all. The horses used strictly for riding and hunting were always high strung with spirit in their eyes as they tugged on their bits, ready to race off. Anyway, about his eyes, I would say that his spirit was probably broken, if not beaten out of him by his trainer. Who knows though, he may have had a kind trainer and just submitted to a working life. Why he just stood there not trying to get away would be because he was used to standing tied waiting for his owner for extensive periods of time." Crowley explained, knowing that she would understand a majority of what he said. It was just so hard to talk to horses on this island. He always had to choose his words and phrases carefully so they would understand him.
As he waited for Lucy to add something in reply to his explanation, he settled on watching a fox in the distance attempt to dig something up out of the frozen ground without much luck. Foxes were funny creatures. They were quick-witted, silent, cunning, and intelligent, yet most beings took them for granted. Funny creatures foxes were. Their outer appearances of something cute and fluffy could deceive others into thinking and expecting a minimal from them.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 11, 2011 17:39:29 GMT -5
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The hinting shift in general atmosphere tugged upon the strands of momentary rapture as the heavens would soon give grace of ivory to the land. The mare listened meticulously to the channels of words that now planted seed in her subconscious, mind nurturing them as carefully the meanings were constructed. Lucy did fancy herself quite intelligent, even more so as Crowley's explanation of her encountered pressed forth, she found herself in knowing of nearly the entirety, much so that she nodded at his finish with a small smile offered as thanks to her opposite equine. Before, however, she could add to this, there was a breeze rushed through the canopy, causing the sound of notes upon wind to rise to the occasion, causing distraction to the weather-minded fea.
Smoothly, her delicate head rose, neck craning as she bestowed her emerald gaze upon the darkening skies just as the first fruits of ivory shimmered down to rein upon her form. Watching their descent for a moment, features melted into almost a sense of arcane purpose, clouding as she watched them dance, as mind ticked, connecting them with her first memory in this place. Mask dissolved into a seemingly timid in nature filly, as Lucy's lids fluttered shut to embrace the coming remembrance silently, head falling to its original position, but features still in surprised rapture as soundlessness reigned across the pair, as well as blanketing the forest.
The aura of darkness coated the landscape as the young filly panted slightly, sides heaving with new breath, as she rushed back to escape the cascading fall of snowflakes. She watched silently the foreign ivory flakes fall around her, bucking as they melted upon her sweating back, her small voice calling for her mother, for this was the first time she had left the mare's side. Blindly, she raced through the trees, the sound of her hoof-beats echoing hollowly in her ears as the flakes turned to ash on her tongue, still she called. Then, the stench of death reached her flaring nostrils, making her still in her tracks at this foreign aroma. Shaking, her stilts threatened to give way as she whispered through the tangle of branches, 'Mother?' As she stepped forth, a silhouette was visible through the trees, standing over the bloody corpse of her dam was him. Her father.
Lucy was snapped back into the presence by the cry of a bird nearby, and she immediately allowed her emerald gaze to capture the Reaper stallion, trying hard to mask the fright deep within them. Realizing she was shaking, the wised mare quickly calmed herself, offering an apologetic smile to the stallion as she shook the collection of snow from her silken pelt, once more bearing her markings to the word. 'Forgive me, Crowley, my mind was elsewhere for the moment. Pray, where were we?' The small smile fell as she distracted herself from the snow, focusing only on his striking black pelt.
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Post by Vel on Jan 12, 2011 17:48:46 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley's eyes remained focused on the mare as he waited for some kind of response. Instead of being met with words, he was only the recipient of a blank stare. She seemed to be off in her own little world. Crowley cocked a brow and tilted his head slightly to the left as he said "Lucy?" He zoned out like she was currently doing sometimes, but not when he was in the middle of a conversation. Had she even heard his words at all? Oh well. It did not matter, they were not of any importance. Of course, she was the one who asked about it after all. It was her own fault for not paying attention to his explanation.
After she did not snap out of her thoughts, Crowley became slightly worried. What the hell was this? Perhaps she had some kind of psychiatric issues that caused her to do this. Just as he thought about walking up to her and nudging her to see if she was still all there, she seemed to come out of it herself as she apologized for her actions. "It's fine." he dismissed as he glanced over his shoulder for no reason at all.
He gave her a small smile as she asked him to summarize the last part of their conversation for her. "I was just explaining to you about what you witnessed. Although I can't be too sure if you heard me or not." He made sure to add that part on the end. He knew that she probably did not mean to zone off, but it was rather rude right after he had given her an answer to something she had been curious to know.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 12, 2011 18:21:38 GMT -5
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The bare minimal of extended expressions was of yet decided quality as the frozen emerald oculars locked with a certain hint of finality upon the pair bestowed by the Reaper stallion. The close quartered distance they now withheld to each presence their own was enough to make her rethink the circumstantial conversation, bowing her delicate cranium to her chest as if in shame, for she had indeed heard all of what he had said before, as well as memorized the thought, but all had been splintered by memory unwanted. A thin crawling shiver broke across her pelting as the mare gave a bare smile to her opposite, fully relived of this gear.
'It is not but a small wonder, for I heard the extent of the conversation fully. Thank you, Crowley, for the explaining of events. I just cannot fathom to what lengths one would have to go to break the spirit of an equine.' Her head shook slightly, as gaze flickered to the ashen earth frozen below their stance, fixing there for the moment as mind reeled in another hope for response that would allow this meeting to continue about, for now the stag must think her odd in fashion. 'As for pardon to my own elongated silence...I was merely remembering something unwanted.' Trying to keep her manners about her, another bow of head was then closely shadowed by a small smile, all she could force upon her features as she raised herself to full height, tempting his patience longer as she worked through mind for reasons, experiences. It was something short of truth that she wished to hear more about the equines broken down by man, but she feared the venture not of suited taste to the stallion now, for she had broken his good mood by this little act of clouded judgment.
The shift in her own nature was nothing short of astounding, for the mare had never once cared about the opinion of another in such high regard before. Exhaling quietly, it was something of wonder, especially since this Reaper knew of her song, as well as even more remarkably...her father. Crowley...a suited name for her, to be sure. The mare raised her orbs once more, waiting for his own return, as if in penance. As selfish as the act may seem, she wished to know more about him, but was not keen upon begging, or appearing too eager.
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Post by Vel on Jan 13, 2011 17:55:26 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley suppressed a smile when she said that she had heard his every word. Good. He hated wasting his time, and breath, on horses who were not serious about listening to him. Lucy then said that she had been caught up in an unwelcome memory from her younger days. Crowley nodded in understanding. He was presented with memories from his past very frequently. Only, unlike this mare, he actually longed for his old life. Damn it! Why couldn't he have it back? He loved it then, there was so much to do, to see, to feel there. Here there was nothing. Once in a while he would have the pleasure to meet and start a conversation with another equine as he was doing now, but it was not the same in any way, shape, or form. They never understood anything he started talking about after a while and would politely excuse themselves from him.
Crowley thoughtfully looked up to the sky as soft flakes began to shower down on the island. He missed the way he used to spend his winters in his younger days. The stallion let out a wistful sigh and looked to Lucy, the cogs reeling in his mind as he attempted to think of a topic that they could discuss without Lucy being at a loss from his words. So many things that he wuld have loved to talk about would not make sense to most the horses on this island. He became very rfustrated at times because of this. Why was he the only one like this? No one else had been cursed to his fate.
"Forgive my silence Lucy." he apologised with a slight bow of his head. "I just never know what to talk about to horses on this island, seeing as only a small portion would even understand what I was rambling on about." he explained further. "Perhaps you could tell me about any gorgeous places on this island that not many know about? If you know any yourself that is. I do quite like exploring, and maybe you have found something that I have not yet come across."
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Post by Storeh on Jan 13, 2011 18:55:54 GMT -5
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The wistful air of silence embraced the two as if a blanket of welcome companionship, shrouding them in its thoughtful wake as it washed over this as if merely taken tides. Mind simply took to the thoughtless task of observing countless flakes cascade with dancing leisure to the barren forest below, as if the mare was mirroring the Reaper her opposite. As the stallion Crowley proceeded to give apology to herself for the silence, as well as offer another question for reeling thoughts, a hint of smile captured her mouth, for she had not minded the break in conversation at all. For, there was a different you see, between silent companionship and silent abandonment. Nevertheless, she moved away her gaze to other parts of dance to contemplate.
There where only a handful of places that she considered truly in worth of the term 'beautiful' let alone in grace of 'gorgeous'. For this train of mind, only one place the fea had experience completely captured the image, in her mind, but...she could not be sure if he had experienced the wonder of it for himself. However, Lucy was determined to offer some sort of given answer, for he was quite fond of the topic, so she swallowed the nagging from herself, and answered, shyly at first. 'In all my length of time in the isles, there is only one place that I believe is worthy of the traveling. Remarkable as I might find it, however, only you can be the judge yourself. The home of the Spirit Herd, the Konjou, given the name Animus Elegancia, has a waterfall hidden in the misty depths. It makes everything shimmer, the air alive with rainbow crystalline droplets, and the shining rays from peering sun as well as gentle breezes make the long grasses sway. It always smells of spring there, but...always looks like it is touched by snow.'
As the mare finished, her voice grew rapturous before fading into almost a whisper, realizing the words she had chose did little justice. Lucy almost felt a fool as a tinge of heat rose to the surface, making her gaze drop to the ground immediately. At the times she proceeded into the lands, the herd itself had vanished from its depths, and the mare found herself completely alone, the sound of rushing water in her ears. It was a place she found rare solace from her father, for a time...until she realized she must return to the forest. The land of spirits was meant for the Elemental beings, not a mare of questionable birth. Emerald sparked orbs once more raised themselves, peering at the stag.
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Post by Vel on Jan 14, 2011 19:23:37 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley's ears flicked as the words fell into the air. It was very interesting, this place that Lucy was describing to him. He was surprised to find that he had not been to that land, let alone that exact location, once before during his life on the island. It seemed to be there were still some things that he did not know about Isola Dei Dei, even after he had been living here for so long.
Learning things like this was another aspect of talking to various equines that Crowley enjoyed. Many of the wonderful places he had come across had not been by chance, but by seeking them out from the words and stories of others. He could get so much out of a conversation. Much more than most equines probably would. Over the years he had learned to listen carefully to conversations. He had learned how to extract so much information, that it was almost surprising he did not know everything there was to know about this island and the horses who resided here.
"That sounds breath taking. I would love to have a chance to see that someday, but knowing that the Konjou are now inhabiting that land, I doubt I would be welcomed there to take a gander at what they have access to." he said with a slight frown. "Have you heard any talk of other herds rising up?" he asked curiously. He himself has heard about the small groups of horses who were springing up, but now that he had someone to talk to, he was interested in what Lucy thought and knew about the situation.
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Post by Storeh on Jan 14, 2011 20:33:54 GMT -5
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The blanketing expanse of ivory flakes colored the surrounding area, drastically giving chase to the usually dim shade cast by the growing canopy high above any equine's head. There, in the shelter and seclusion of Terra Scure's depths the pair remained for a heartspan longer, breathing with seeming content as the mare listened with arcane interest as the topic made yet another surprising shift, one in her favor, as it was so. Gossip was spread more than other conversations upon the winds in this place, for the ravens were the bringers of it, wishing to whisper it into every awaiting ear that chose to give a moment of time. Lucy was quite diversely varied upon the subject, something that was unusual by appearance alone. Usually the more genteel of gender did not wish to partake in such ludicrous manners. Yet, the Reaper fea's level of knowledge on the manner was not something by choice, merely circumstantial.
'As one might be usually versed in, I have been given word that more equines have been accepted into the confines of Terra Delle Liberta, though it is neutral land, it has caused quite the stir among rankings of other herds. There numbers are on the rise, so even if no elemental breed resides, there it seems as if a plot is in the midst.' She shook her delicate head slightly, hating to repeat the things she had heard, for she was not one to gossip plainly. A small hint of frown tugged upon her maw as she continued, 'On the same subject matter, it seems as if most of the elemental herds are in a scatter, trying to organize their ranks that have been lost in the times of peace. Herd leaders seem to be doing precious little to join in the starting fires, most likely to save their hides from flame.' Most of this, however, was not being taken from the maw of her sire, whom constantly remarked of the fire herd's arrogance, but of what fun a growing war would be. Nostrils flaring slightly with discomfort, she moved on to the last bit,
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[/color] 'There is another speaking, that I have only heard whispers about. A Konjou stallion, one who is said to want to put an end to the fires. His powers are said to be great, but I have doubts that a Spirit stag can end the war with just himself. The rumor is that he has run from such a battle once before.'
As the extent of little known knowledge that was not common gave way, ears swiveled, trying to detect the proceedings of any prying observers. Her emerald eyes sparked, thinking over her own words, most of which seemed almost ludicrous. Gauging the time for a reaction from the Reaper her opposite, she watched the snow for another fleeting moment as she wondered what this would all mean to her, as selfish as that might be. This was her home, wasn't it? The Isola Dei Dei, a paradise for equines. There was almost a hint of bitterness that came with the title that she could not refuse. A hidden grudge? A simple doubt of the mind.
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OOC: Trying to come up with something of use. Poor Vaiveah getting dragged into this. xD
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Post by Vel on Jan 15, 2011 20:42:14 GMT -5
Crowley
So Liberta was where all the horses were at. He hadn't been there in a long time. He had heard that Lassan was the leader of that land now. The last time he had visited the quaint little area, Lassan's father had been the leader. He must have passed on to the great beyond. But would Liberta start anything? No. They would try to stay out of it unless a herd member was in danger. Crowley knew how they worked. They were family centered and everyone in the herd was like family. If something happened to one, then the others would jump in. It was cute little style that they had, just not Crowley's cup of tea.
Lucy then started talking about the elementals and how they had been grouping together as well. Obviously she had heard the same thing that Crowley did. The other elemental groups, like his own, on had five members or less. It was quite tragic really. The population was so few and the ones that were still around were in regular herds, thinking that they were the last of their kind, or they were wanderers like Lucy. "I think its interesting how there are elementals spread all over this island, but somehow they cannot seem to find one another." he commented. "You would think there would be some instinct they have, dormant in their minds, that would awaken when more of their kind came together in one spot."
The mare started talking about the Konjou, the Spirit horses. "That seems just to be a bunch of talk and nothing more. Many horses, elementals mostly, are always raving about how they are going to taken down the fire herd. That stallion is not alone. Almost every elemental horse thinks the same thing. But if all they do is talk, nothing will ever get done. If this stallion thinks he is better than the others, he should march in there and give those Zunden a piece of his mind." he said. Crowley was tired of all these horses who would talk the talk bu they would not walk the walk.
"I have heard talk from ravens who somehow caught wind of a small scale scuffle in Fuoco that consisted of two Zunden and two regular horses." Crowley offered the information to Lucy, wondering if she would find it of interest. He surely had when a raven had told him. If she did, he would take the liberty to tell her all he knew about this matter he had only heard of second hand. Even though Crowley did not like to gossip, he liked listening to it for this one reason, finding something of importance that could change they way horses on this island functioned. If others started hearing about these two horses who fought the Zunden, and got away, then maybe it would empower other horses.
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