:: He who resists temptation...

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[bg=#FF00CC] The ephemeral exchange of eminent words halted a furthered progression in the channels of her thoughts as the stallion gave testament to recent events that was indefinite to the mare. Two ordinary equines taking on a pair of Zuden? Pray, what was this! This was arcane, a most quizzical matter that other horses, elemental as well as not thought such a thing beyond happening. Ears pricked farther as what could be counted as a startled expression captured her features with bestowing characteristics. It was odd to think that something such as this would be enough to bring the temptation of equality to the other sides, maybe making a war possible. Who knows? This small piece was considerably of interest to not herself, but to all who inhabited this land. It was a shame that she herself did not think as her form for pawn of war. The Zuden were not even pests to her, but if they did succeeded in their rash plans, then this place would be under...new management. Nostrils flared with consideration at this, for it was surely a waste to think that only herself and the other Reaper before her were the only to be discussing this. The elemental herds should have already acted, indeed, casting away their thoughts of inequality toward normal equines and banded together to put out the sparks while they were young. They surely out-numbered the Zuden, for that was common knowledge for her. Snorting quietly, she contemplated the meaning, for she was no messenger, and would not be the one to start an uprising. She was not sure if she even cared, in truth, though all of it was quite a host upon her mind. 'Pray, do tell.' The delicate head shook slightly, eyes blinking as she once more continued, 'This is an interesting bit.' For once more she was glad to be speaking with the stallion Crowley, for the exchange was becoming quite fruitful. She would listen indefinitely, for this scrap of arcane knowledge could change the tides of future. Standing quietly, she once more thought about the event of preventable nature, as well as the ebony stag's views upon the 'uprising' itself. Where the isles on the brink of war, or had it already begun? It was more than evident the unease that was felt, even in the confines of Terra Scure. The forest had a secluded edge to it that had merely appeared in the last scraps of time, and she remembered fondly when she herself, part Reaper at that, could wander the elemental lands would having to watch for hungry leaders aching for her hide.

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Crowley

A sly smile spread across his maw when the mare inquired into the matter even further. Crowley was delighted that she had taken an interest in this bit of information that he had heard from those damn black birds. They had their obnoxious moments, but once in a while they could prove to be very useful. Reapers and ravens didn't get along as well as Reapers and crows did. Crows did not like to gossip like ravens did. Even though they were very similar in appearance, they really weren't that similar at all. Crowley, being the charismatic horse that he was, could talk to almost anything and anyone. His talent had paid off when he wanted to extract information from the ravens who normally talked to less... dark, horses. Fortunately for him, Crowley came off as a neutral to the ravens so they had willingly given him any information he asked about.

"Now, before I tell you this strange story, I will remind you that I heard this from the ravens. I know they are not the most reliable sources around, so I do not have a clue how much of this is true, or how much the truth has been stretched to suit their fancy." he warned her. "What I heard was a young stallion from a dark land, though I am not sure which one, unwittingly wandered into the Zunden's territory. Unfortunately by the time he realised where he was, he was confronted by the leader, Aiden's, illegitimate daughter Firefly. Apparently the little hot-headed mare didn't get any hits on the stallion since I hear she was just fighting with some sort of pent up rage, not to mention her probable hormonal imbalance due to her age. A mare somehow followed, or found, I'm not sure which, the stallion in Fuoco and tried to help him with his little problem, which he had under control. Firefly called for another Zunden to help her, and that is when the fighting started. I hear that the two mares fought each other while a stallion fought with the younger stallion. Details were pretty fuzzy from there, but I heard that they got away, with injuries nonetheless. The ravens tell me the stallion now looks like something straight from the depths of hell, the mare, not so much, she got off lucky." Crowley told her enthusiastically.

If all said was true about those two horses, then Crowley was sure it ws going to cause a newfound strength in the herds. Perhaps they would even build up their numbers and have the courage to face the Zunden. Obviously, from this story, they could now see that it was possible to survive a Zunden attack, as well as maim the fire horses in return. Crowley personally did not care to even be in battle with the Zunden. He didn't care if the Zunden took over, its not like he was going to be under their control. They could command who ever their little hearts desired, as long as they did not cross his path.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The very hinting of a topic of this nature would most likely draw any equine of even questionable intelligence enthusiastically toward the conversation with a kind disposition, ready to have their ear's fill. Lucy was not an exception to this, listening intently to the details described by the stallion, and quite shocked, but utterly pleased, the fact that he had also offered the information under the binding that it was raven's speak, something that most horses would never admit to having heard. The words painted a descriptive enough picture as they where, but as everything else was, they left questions unanswered that tugged upon her mind with almost eagerness. She did not voice these questions, for it would be fruitless since Crowley had already offered her all that he knew up such a thing, and now it was her turn to digest said snippet, then reply thoughts. 'That is very remarkable, in truth.' The tone of her voice was quite in depth, attentive as well as if caught up in this information. A small laugh escaped her maw as she then added, 'It is almost quite the shame that I myself care little about the war's outcome, as selfish as that may seem.' She knew it was possible to escape, if not to fight, for some equines seemed to have forgotten, or where ignorant of the fact, that there where other lands besides this island. The world was a big place, after all. The mare hoped that the Reaper would not take this as her declaration of not having interest in the present topic, in truth, it interested her all the more. Was it not better when one was not biased? Ears flickered slightly to caught any lingering audios that the forest resounded, but there was none. Cautious as she always was of prying listeners, she turned her attention back to the ebony stallion before her, calculating his response in her mind, which was fruitless to do. He was not an equine you could judge the reaction of. That was something she liked, for it certainly kept her interested. Lucy found herself, once more, draw to the wondering of Crowley's own herd, even if she had no interest in joining the rankings. The little interest that usually came was flickered by the fact that she had not met many Reapers in her time, and the ones she did happen across where usually flighty youngsters that she could easily best in the simplest tasks, for they where all of questionable intelligence. The eldest horse she had happened across was, in actuality, her own father, but then most likely it would be the stag her opposite, though she did not know his exact aging. Wisdom came with age, yes? He would have to be past 100 winters, then, but she digressed. Intent once more upon his features, she waited with collection, wondering to herself.

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Crowley

Audits flicked as the mare spoke her true feelings about the Zunden's agenda. He was surprised to find out that viewed the impending battle the same exact way that he did. That was almost.. reassuring in an odd way. Maybe it was just something about their breed that made them not care who was in charge or not. Then again the only other Reapers that Crowley knew were young and stupid. Because of that they were prone to mood swings and hormonally driven tendencies. They did not like others telling them what to do. Then again, maybe they were the normal ones while Lucy and Crowley were the oddballs of the breed. Well at least Crowley was, seeing as Lucy wasn't a full blood.

"We are more alike than I originally thought Lucy." he commented. "I could care less about the outcome of this soon to be battle as well. I just don't see how it will change my life. Who cares who 'rules' the island. An island is a large place to rule. there will be revolts, and the horses, like myself, who will keep to their own places, not giving a damn about is 'in charge'." he offered to her, actually very glad that their minds were so much alike. No wonder it was much easier to talk to this mare than it had been to other horses before. Hell, even in his own herd some of the horses were not too fond of his different mind.

"War is a funny thing, is it not?" he continued. "Its a wonder how two groups can have such a disagreement that finally someone takes something the wrong way and finally snaps. I have seen it so many times. I personally just get involved to see the outcome and how the playing field is set; what is done, who is there, how everything unfold from that insignificant little catalyst." Crowley now looked to the mare, ready to hear her opinion that she had to offer. If she did have to offer one after all.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The hinting of enthusiasm arose higher than usual expectations as the mare digested sentences, lingering with the full extent of rapturous quality on every hanging pronunciation that left Crowley's maw. Even the erect fashioning of her stance was a statuette of stillness as mind reeled in. Mother War was, in all honesty, the perfectly suited topic for the collected pair, for each opinion was sharpened without the clouded dullness of casual chatter. No sound was uttered from her part throughout the course, for if that where to happen he would then edit, faltering to try and pick up where wisdom-fashioned mind left off. The start that shifted to conclude were sewn with smooth tongue, as the silence once more held presence between the two as the wind gave grace to their hides to bring a hint of shivering. Her opinion was seldom as strained at the moment, the content more than the idleness of thinking. Finally, with her emerald gaze fixed upon the stag, audios bore. 'War seems to be merely a game at times, for I am sure you have seen the way words are slashed about in barbarian fashion from the youth. it is a quizzical happening upon the world, indeed, for insignificant quarrels are usually the most stressed of all brinks. in this light, I must say that I prefer to watch from a standoff distance, to give taste to the situation as well as to be unbiased as event turn and buckle upon each other. War makes even grown equines children in their own bodies.' Her nostrils flared slightly with this as voice continued evenly, eyes sparking, 'Hearing the tales of the cruelty of man is something of common occurrence, don't you agree? Of their arrant stupidity and brutal fashions that cradle the flame of violent war in itself. Or so it is said. Hypocricy seems to be just as mass-indulged as ignorance.' A small sigh parted her maw as the testament was finished to her thoughts, unedited as it where. She would judge the reaction from the stag, for it was one of the few times she herself had not thought over what was to be said before it was given. The preaching given to her by her sire was something that supported the line of thoughts she collected, for he gave her a light upon a side that she herself would never have been able to without it. Alliances meant nothing when judgment was clouded, but that just added fuel to the raging fire that swelled inside her. She was quite opinionated, seldom being swayed to either fashion, which is why most thought her to be manipulative, using her wit to gain. Lucy wished to add something of nature, once more to the topic, or even an apology, but she would not allow herself to do such a thing. Crowley was well-past smart enough to digest her thinking, as well as give her his own. That was enough to have her swallow unease and stand with calm mask fitted upon features.

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[Vel]

Crowley

He was very pleased that she now voiced her opinion. Crowley felt that she was now getting the hang of this whole conversation business. It had been a while for him since he was able to have a nice chat like this, and he was almost sure that the same went for her. It took a while to get one's bearings and remember how to carry on, but they seemed to both be doing fine at the present moment. "So you have heard the tales of the cruelty of men. Interesting." he said, mostly to himself rather than directly to Lucy. "You know, not all men are that way, though I will say a good majority of them are." he informed her. It would probably be best to drop that subject now, seeing as it would just get confusing for her. Then again, it would be interesting to see what she delved into on this subject matter. So he decided to leave his words hanging just so. If she wanted to press on, he would give her what she wanted. If she didn't, well then he would surely find something else to talk to her about. Crowley was a never ending encyclopedia of information, just waiting to let all that he knew out for others to take in and think about.

Lucy was an intelligent lady to talk to. Crowley really appreciated that. Most mares were only out talking to stallions to try and find a mate. Thats all female horses every seemed to do. they could never take the time just to talk. Although, most stallions were the same way. Why though? It was as if their only goal in their dismal existence was to find a horse of the opposite sex and get to know them as quickly as possible to start reproducing. Crowley could never figure that out. Horses really had no concept of true love. All they experienced was lusting for their entire existences. It made Crowley want to grimace at the whole equine race. They were just so... odd.

Crowley himself had experienced true love many, many years ago. There was no lusting that was followed and forgotten about a short time later. They had literally hated each other, but through a strange series of unfortunate events hate turned into a strong, unspoken bond, which eventually turned into a passionate flame that never died in Crowley's heart. Truth be told, he missed her very much. He knew she was long dead, but that didn't matter. His mind would often stray back to the times he had with her. She invaded his mind almost nightly, like a ghost mocking him. The most vivid detail of her appearance that Crowley could remember right off hand was her striking green eyes. Those eyes now haunted him.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The winters reminding breath reached across her thinly pelted frame, causing shivers to trace through the depths of her muscling, almost to then strike at the core of her being, give a chilling affect. Lucy intently pried apart the small assortment of words that the stallion had pooled, mind reeling as to give an answer that would project her knowledge forth easily without drawing upon the topic too much, for it would be a shame to elongate something that really had little to brace upon. Folds and inner channels of petaled ears seemed to ring with his smooth way of audio, the echoing just as smooth as they had been offered, making her thoughts add depth to themselves as she stood quietly, gazing upon the Reaper as this digested. Then, in a spur the fea remembered the manners that had been thrust upon her so long ago, realizing her eyes had been staring, and dropped them to the snow for a moment, watching the ground be farther blanketed. 'It is interesting for one to realize that good word by mouth is quite rare. It would seem that almost no horse, at least by my notice, wishes to speak of the good things that have happened. This is common in gossip as well, I have noted, always of the coming war, or the deaths in the land, or the complaints about the seasons. It is a cycle.' Ears flickered back as head rose to see through the canopy, the snow instead falling upon her upturned features as lids fluttered shut. She breathed deeply, opening her eyes as she exhaled, watching the steam wish away in the cold air. Letting her head drop once more, she thought. What she said was based on her own truths, yet she was eager to hear if the Reaper her opposite would have anything to add. Then, the fea almost laughed to herself. Of course Crowley would have something to add! He was practical in his manner, but knew almost what would appear to be a limitless expanse of knowing. Truth, he was a marvel, something extraordinarily rare, an equine without a seemingly equal. Also in observational truth, he was arcanely handsome...but that added nothing to the mare's assessment of him. Though she did quite like his companionship, the fact that he was of the opposite sex did little to harbor that fact. She had never met a mare worth talking to, for they all seemed to think other of their sex wished to 'steal' a potential mating partner. Was it the simple fact that they lived such short lives? A mere 30 years was normal, where her and the Reaper....would live much longer. Was this one of the ways that altered their thinking of conversation? The fact that neither needed to find a mate, for they had limitless years to do so if they chose. In truth, Lucy had 'played around' with quite a few stallions, but they were little more than pets, whom she found herself very ready to dispose of quite later. Their heads were empty except for basic hormonal actions. She disliked that.

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Crowley

Crowley listened to her words and gave a silent nod in agreement. She was a very perceptive mare. He liked that. It just proved her higher intelligence and innate ability to astound everyone with what she knew. Crowley now realised it just must be a quality that all Reapers had to act in this manner. He had only seen it in his breed. It was like stupidity was a dominant trait in all other horses. Yes, he had met a smart one every once in a while, but nothing compared to this mare, or a few other horses he had met many years ago. It was almost like common sense had been bred out of the mass population. Perhaps it was due to the quick and random mating of horses. Maybe if they actually took time to choose their mate, things like this would not happen. What would the world be like then?

"Perhaps they do not find good news enough to talk about. Why would anyone in their right mind want to talk about the birth of a baby, or how the sun has been shining down on the island for the past week?" he asked sarcastically. "Seems to me for a person to be interested in anything, their has to be something of an almost morbid fashion in the words they hear. I wonder, what if nothing bad happened for a certain period of time, would there still be gossip going around? It would be very interesting to see the result of a world, even for a very short time, without a problem." he told the mare. She was more than capable of wondering the same. He would not be surprised if she had thought of it from time to time.

"Perhaps they would go insane. But what is insanity really? Insanity could be how everyone on Earth acts now, just a reaction to everything going on in the world, all the violence. If that was taken away, perhaps true sanity would come back." he thought out loud. "But, I digress. I'm sure you don't want to hear my random thoughts on the matters in the world." Crowley said before taking a brief pause and looking around. "Pardon, but I hope you don't find me asking this too rude, but I am unable to stand still for so long, even if I am having a pleasant conversation. Mind walking for a bit?" he asked hopefully. Crowley had always been a very ADD soul, and standing here for the couple hours he had been here was more than enough for him.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The quintessential ponderings of the mare's very inner nature where given nature as words when the stallion spoke, allowing her mind to deeply attach itself to lingering echoes of each careful pronunciation. Even as he declared his part upon the topic mute for seeming to think she cared little to hear of his 'ramblings'. Naturally, Lucy refused this with a shake of her delicate head, keen upon voicing such a thing until he made the motion of movement. She was very glad for this proposal, in truth, for she had lost the feeling of her muscles quite a moment ago, and nodded eagerly. Raising herself to the fullest extent of her minimal height, she exhaled softly, moving her body to walk pas the stallion, pausing briefly by his side with an easy offering of smile upon her marked face, emerald eyes bearing forth into his own for a moment. 'I find your views upon the world enlightening as well as borderline rapturous. It is truly a wonderful thing to seek out knowledge, especially in the forms of such pleasant company.' She said smoothly, her tone even as she spoke, her voice lowered for the gap between them was closed. Moving her emerald eyes back to the surroundings of the darkened forest, she allowed her toned muscles to reach forth, bringing her gliding alone the pathway that was nearest to the one that originally the stallion had departed from. Mind reeled over life in itself, the mundane existence of most equines, as well as the world that lay beyond the shores of the isles, so close to see but not enough to touch. Crowley seemed to bring that place here, a mind with so much knowing that she could not fathom the extent of. Truth, she could live out her days with him, speaking, but she doubted very much that he would ever run out of conversation. Pausing briefly in her gaits, the mare looked back through the shaded expanse to bestow her sights upon the Reaper in wait. She would not wish to get ahead of him, for the pair still had much to speak of, at least by her mind's stand point. Better yet, when the stag grew tired of her, he would be so bold to voice it. That gave her ease, for the time spent with the stallion would be worth the days without companionship. A rare chance had been given to her, and she would never pass it up.

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Crowley

He was glad that she wanted to walk with him. If he had to stand there in that same spot any longer, he felt like he was going to spontaneously combust. He had never been able to stand still or wait patiently for anything in the whole time he existed on Earth. They say that patience is a virtue. Crowley never believed that. Patience achieved nothing but worry, and sometimes worry could lead one to making rash decisions. Who ever thought of that should be hit in the face and told to think about it again.

Come to think of it, it had been a long time since anyone, let alone a lady, agree to walk with him. It almost made him feel a sense of pride in himself. Normally he would bore horses, or they would find him too strange. He was always left alone after that. He figured that he was just destined to be alone the rest of his life here. It had bothered him for a little while, but then he got over it and started making the best use of his time that a horse possibly could. Then that all changed when he returned to the herd lands and found it to be occupied and 'owned' by no one other than a hormonal, rash filly who thought she was the hottest stuff in town and that she could get anything, and anyone, her little dark heart desired. Crowley had been the one to prove her wrong. It was quite entertaining, messing with her mind like that. Luckily, with Lucy, he did not need to toy with her, just merely converse.

Crowley quickly joined Lucy and proceeded to walk through the freshly falling snow. It certainly was a beautiful sight to see. He felt that snow always made everything more miraculous than it really was. There was something about the colour and texture, the way it captured and reflected light, that made it so wonderful. No matter how it made anything look, Crowley was glad that it only lasted for a few months. He did not like having to trudge through it daily, especially since this year had frequented snowstorms that piled the substance up past knee height at times.

"Well, you are probably tiring of hearing my voice all the time. Anything on your mind?" he asked, hoping to get her to ramble as much as he did. Perhaps it was just in her personality that she did not like to talk a mile a minute like Crowley favoured. He had always been that way. His cocky mouth constantly running had gotten him into, and out of, so much trouble. Some would not put up with his smart remarks, while it struck a nerve with others into letting him get his way. It had even been the cause of a couple of fights. Crowley used that to his advantage for his own entertainment.

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[bg=#FF00CC] Amicable atmosphere structured a blanketing quality as the sounding of beats echoed without true patterning rang, echoing with simple contentment, through the forest surrounding the pair as they smoothly walked. A musical laugh chimed from her slim throat as he announced his own ramblings might have tiring, asking then for her own thoughts. The current train was nothing short of attentive, for having hung of the stallion's every word for the moment, she could only bear forth the thought of having think of his own speakings. Silence collected over her as she shook the dainty head, a smile lingering on her quiet lips. Stillness cushioned their walking as she thought. Time. What a quaint thing it was, for they had most likely been in conversation for hours, though it was merely in perspective a blink. Blinking would allow them to miss this chance. If she had not started singing, he would have walked away, and she would have missed this chance. A shiver raced along her spine in this realization. Quaking slightly, the emerald eyes sparked with knowing, glancing. 'I am hosting a train of thought of my father. Forgive me, for I think of the stallion often.' Nostrils flared for the hinting of death as she decided to continue. 'Though I have lived with him for the entirety of my life...I host many a grudge against. Childish are some grudges, even on true grounds, for many a thing has been left unnoticed by the fact of little standing. Some things are inexcusable even to the customs of his genealogy, as well as the testament of our breed. One cannot hide actions behind a mask, nor a captive upon a tight leash, without forcing bad feelings upon others.' The emerald sparking eyes glanced to his own orbs, catching before returning before. 'I hate the lies to hide the follies of one own self. You should not lie or torture a child just because you wish to be a manipulator. Emotions are twisted, and I would rather have death.' Sighing heavily, her ribs expanded with the magnitude of the exhale. Mind was scrambled with the thoughts of her father, and she hated to have mixed in her own feelings with what she told Crowley. Her experiences should not be twisted so deeply into her scarred mind. The mare hated to have to speak of him. She hated her sire. Yet, that should not leave her lips. The truth had no limits, and the only true wisdom was in knowing you know nothing. So many sayings could conflict with her own thoughts, though she harbored none now. Waiting. Always waiting for the next passing.

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Crowley

So she thought of her father often? Interesting. Crowley had gathered that he had not been a ray of light in her life, and his existence would continue to haunt her until the end of her days. Tragic. It truly was. He would imagine that she would just try and forget him, discarding all memories of him into some dark, locked-up place where they never would have the chance to resurface. But what did he know? The mind was a very strange thing. Everyone's worked a bit differently.

The stallion listened very intently to the mare's next words about her father. "Yes, I agree it is very silly and naive to hold grudges. But thats what makes us human, er, equine. Without the emotions that we hold, we would be nothing but listless life forms that were only good for existing and nothing else." he told her in response to all that she had said. "Lying and torturing. They are both horrible things that make an impact on many different individuals." he noted. "But, think of this; even though your father was cruel to do those things to you, he thought he had good intentions in mind. Now, I know there could be many arguments made to that statement, but why worry over it? Its not like its going to change a single thing. Every last being on this planet has lied or tortured in one form or another. Even if it is not as bad as what your father made you endure, it has all hurt someone. Nonetheless, what your father did was unthinkable, you have a right to hold a grudge against him. Hell, if I were you I would probably want to get revenge for what he did to me."

Crowley hoped his simple insight to what he thought did not upset her too much. This had to be a record, talking to someone for this long. Of course all good things always came to an end as they say. Crowley had experienced the meaning of this little saying more times than he could count in his time here on Earth. Perhaps only the good things managed to end for a select group, Crowley included, while others got all the luck. He had met some very, very luckily individuals in the years past. It was safe to say that he had envied every last one. Yes, he had many happy times of his own and thing to be proud of, but they were always short lived.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The entrancing declaration of lingering syllables sparked with justifying light new leading thoughts upon her feverently stressed mind. Revenge, no? What a childish thing to be so marked to enact, yet a tempting path that she might be all the way much too eager to start her journey down. Emerald eyes seemed to be dearly drowning to the self-kindled flames as she looked to Crowley, a serious mask fit firmly upon her face as a thoughtful handful of sentences presented themselves to her mind with what could be described as reckless abandon. With a short clip of ending thought, she gaze solemnly at him, taking once more in his features as the rays did little grace to either of them. Was it something of sadness or guilt to say that the longest conversation she had ever hosted in all her years had taken place with this stag? No, for she wished it to never end, though the end was most likely quite near. 'Vengeance is a quizzical thing. It has been plaguing all of the world for centuries, no matter how most seem to deny the harbored flames it feeds. Revenge, in itself, is perceived as a harmful actions against someone in response to a grievance, be it real or perceived. It is an argument that stands within the lines of a simple logical fallacy, of the same design as "two wrongs make a right". I dare say the only way of enacting a plan of revenge that would satisfy my soul would have to be me to kill my sire.' The wind blew hollowly into her folded ears, as she felt no need to add the versed facts that she, in herself, could not kill her father. No matter how much the raged fueled within her, the stallion was far from outmatched. It would be more than just classifiably a whim of idiocies for her to do such a thing. Or at least to attempt it alone. The mare felt little justice to the fact that she had simply commented upon the last sentencing he had offered to her petaled ears, rather than the full entirety of the speakings he had given. She knew, though, that had she given obvious opinion upon the rest, the stallion would have even less to continued upon, and she had the wishes of dragging this meeting out as long as she was able. Truth, she would never been the first to take leave, especially in this circumstance. Cliched as the act of thinking such a thing was, this day had drawn itself out to be the best of her live.

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Crowley

As the stallion carefully listened to Lucy's words, he just had to agree with just about everything that she was saying. They really were two of a kind, two souls that were so much alike Crowley was surprised they were not related. It was so very nice to have someone around like this. For the longest time he thought he had been the only one around to truly understand things. Then he met Lucy and he was proven long. Theses few hours had to be the best he had in years.

"Killing your sire, eh?" he restated. "If I were in your position I would most likely do the same. If you feel that it is right to kill him, why have you not sought him out and done as such?" he asked, curious as to why she would not do something that she felt would solve her problems and make her internal self feel much better about everything. Crowley was sure that she had her reasons. Perhaps he was too hard to locate, or too strong for her to try and kill alone. Many mares, no matter how strong willed, could still sometimes not measure up to the strength of a stallion. He highly doubted that this was true about Lucy. She seemed like she would be a pretty good match in a fight. In the elemental world, experience and control of power came with age. Obviously her father was older than her, so it would only be logical that he would have more power than she did.

If this mare needed help ridding her soul of her father's constant looming presence, Crowley would be more than happy to help her out. It was the least he could do for her. He would be forever grateful that she had taken time out of her day to speak with him about anything and everything. It was certainly an event to be cherished, seeing as things like this did not come along often.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The prompting promenade of disgorging rhythms haunted the recesses of the mare's eager psyche, drawn farther out by the will of Crowley's silver tongue. It made her being resent the days lost in this spell, where she feared the darkness that should be of her own embracing, hollowed to the shade of her sire's reign. Nostrils flared as folds whispered of her foolishness, though she knew it was not as easy as she wished it to be. The stag was of aged years, battle hardened as well as fit for the position of king to isles if he so choose. Powerful blood increased in offering over the years, and she herself was judge to that. Though the fact that her blood was not of full decent, her genealogy itself was prideful in manner, the years filtering it to something almost unmatched. Certainly of much noble quality than some of the hellions of current stock. Mind prodded at his words, thoroughly considering for a moment, so many things within her grasp. Help, she would need some no matter how blunt the asking would be. Crowley. Crowley would be her salvation, then? One could only try in the conveying of unmasked words the depths of this statement. In the darkness giving shade to the corners of mind, she turned then to the stallion at her side, emerald eyes sparking in the blackness as if holding their own hinting of flames within. 'It is all a manner of perspective, my dear friend, for I myself have never been to keen upon dying. Pray, that is foolish, as well as conceited, therefore I have never dared to attack him so bluntly. Yet, if you would be as so kind to extend out your own time to assist me in this trail...I will forever be in your debt, as well as services.' Lucy listened eagerly to the echoing beats of their hooves upon the crested earth, the frozen expanse trampled but unyielding. She fancied herself well-versed in her own powers, nearly matching that, indeed, of her sire. But he had experience, something she did not lack, but nevertheless had less of. Rebellion had always been something shading every judgment lingering upon the circumstances, but with the help of another stallion. Nay, Crowley. She would have so much of a chance in her favor that things would run smoothly. Crimson would coat the world, the ivory, giving it a heartbeat as well as a name. There seemed to be a willing chance in atmosphere the cradled the pair as they walked. Was she afraid of his declining this offer? Not especially, though it would be something bitter. Never, though, would he be able to remove the pleasant feeling that this day had left upon her mind. Good memory, yes. And if they parted here soon after, she would insist upon them meeting again someday. There was not a thing in the world that could equal, and she would try her best to move away. Walk away from this captured life in this cage. Who knows, she might even go to the land of the Reapers, though the visit would be short-lived. She could not stand the thought of being controlled, puppeteered, by a equine of lesser experience and powering. She turned then to Crowley, in wonder, for an answer that would satisfy.

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