:: He who resists temptation...

[Vel]

Crowley

"Understandable." Crowley said. It was true, there were very little who wanted to go out and die. He had met that type before, and sadly they had done just so; gone out and died. Lucy was not that type. "You could always do it for the thrill." he mentioned casually. Crowley, in his younger days, had been quite the thrill seeker. He had never wished himself to die, but he would pull all these terrible stunts, half of which should have left him dead somewhere. It just seemed that no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing so far that could take his life. It had previously become a game to him to see what he could do with out even feeling like he was going to die. It was safe to say none of these adventures were successful in that department. The more he thought on it, Lucy was not that type either.

She had said something about never just going to attack him blindly. She was a smart girl. She knew her limitations on her powers, and recognized that her father's powers were stronger than her own. The other Reaper and Grim mares that Crowley had been around were so much different. They thought that they were the hottest stuff on the island, and that that could do, or get, what ever they wanted when ever they wanted it. Those mares would be the ones stupid enough to go alone and attack someone like Lucy's father, thinking that they had the upper hand when all they were doing was heading for certain death.

Assist her in this? Of course he would. It was the only favour he could do far the horse who had kept him greatly entertained. "Where do we find him? Or, should I say, how do we go about finding him?" Crowley asked with a small cock of his head. he was already excited for this new adventure. His life had been rather drab as of now and this was the first mildly exciting thing to happen. Crowley certainly had powers that would match Lucy's father, if not stronger. Oh he was ready alright.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The significance of this seemingly minimal exchange of ideals was something that the tense mare had longed for what was almost the entirety of her life. Crowley. The fea owed him so much, this was the truth, and the mare wished very much that she could offer him something, no matter if he fancied the endeavor himself. The long strands of her streaked tail flicked as ears nervously swiveled, nostrils flaring in search for some sort of telling scent. The emerald eyes sparked as she turned to the Reaper by her side, stopping for a moment in the secluded darkness of the trees with the hopes of addressing him once more before she continued her search. Ears flickered forth once more, then back, in wonder of what words she should indeed choose. Words of gratitude? Penance? 'I am sure he shall come out of his own accord. Your presence certainly should be enough to draw him....especially taking in consideration the mere fact you are here with me.' The mare turned away from the stallion for a moment, keeping a watchful orb to the surrounding darkness lest it take on a more...sinister feel. 'I thank you.' The words were taken low in tone, for she was unused to the feel of them upon her maw. As this appearing final thought upon the subject was brought to light in her mind, a sort of click resounded nearby, making her head snap around with undivided attentiveness. Her muscles tensed as a pair of eyes peered out from the darkness, unmistakeable, for certain. She had expected, indeed, a show of his presence. Just not as soon as this was occurring. Stilling herself, Lucy once more pulled herself even with Crowley, lesser height in a prideful stance. 'Lothíriel Lúthien, my child. Pray, who is this?' The sound caused tremors to sheer across her flesh as she peered fatefully back into the eyes of the stag whom had caused her so much loss in her ages. The quaking was also brought forth by the nature that he had addressed her upon, with the use of her true name. The fea did not dare to allow her eyes to venture to gauge the reactions of the other Reaper, for her eyes were hollowed as well as blank to all else excluding the silhouette of her father. Heightening the degree of her working senses, she felt at the aura wrapping them, trying to measure the powers he himself had at work. Dulling the natures of her own, she tested all of this. Preparation.

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Crowley

Crowley gave a small nod of his head, accompanied by a mischievous smile at her words. This must mean that her oh so dear father must keep tabs on her. Interesting. Why should he care where she was and what she was doing? It seemed to Crowley that this stallion just went out of his way to antagonize the mare. What a pathetic horse. He obviously had nothing better to do with his petty existence than ruining the life of someone Crowley thought that he would want out of his life. It was interesting to watch how horses interacted with each other. It was more complex than Crowley imagined before.

Yellow eyes focused on the oddly patterned mare again. She had thanked him. No one had thanked him in such a long time. He could tell the words were alien on her tongue, but he did not care. It felt satisfying to hear it being said to him. Come to think of it, he really never did anything for anyone that was worth being thanked for. "You're welcome." he said in an almost surprised tone. Something happened everyday that astounded him in some way. Today being thanked was it. It was funny how something so trivial could please one so much.

All of the sudden a new scent rushed into Crowley's nasal passages. What was this? Another Reaper? His question was soon answered as a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness and spoke to Lucy. It had to be her father. What was this strange name that he spoke though? Was this dear Lucy's full name? It was certainly interesting. Crowley had never heard a name quite like it. From the in which it was spoke, Crowley could tell it was associated with the old ways.

There was something else about the way her name was spoken. This stag had a deep, powerful voice. It was certainly a voice that would cause the meek to quake and earn this brute a high degree of respect. Sometimes a powerful voice was all one needed to twist things into their own distorted version of reality. Strong vocals could arouse feelings deep within and produce strange emotions. This stallion's voice had no effect whatsoever on Crowley, but he could sense the fear radiating off of the once composed Lucy.

Knowing that Lucy was probably emotionally incapacitated Crowley stepped forward, pretending to be completely ignorant of this stallion. Of course, Crowley really did not care. He was going to act the way he wanted. How ever this stallion dealt with it was his own problem, not Crowley.

"Why hello there sir!" Crowley called in an oddly chipper voice. "Beautiful day out is it not? I love the snow. Such a wondrous miracle of nature is it not?" he continued on, playing stupid as ever. "Oh! How rude of me not to introduce myself to you. I am Crowley. I know its a strange name, but I think it suits me. Everyone seems to think so. Anyway, why do you care who I am? have I met you before?" he continued, hoping to anger the stallion. Crowley, in his past life, had been quite the conman. He had to put on so many different faces on over the years, he could slip into several different personalities very easily. Now all he had to do was wait for a reaction.

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[bg=#FF00CC] ||Lucifer|| Placid contemplation of this new situation set out in front of the stallion made the mind churning assessment of this unfamiliar Reaper. There was not an expression upon features as the cheerful tone rang clearly in his ears, making him choke upon laughter. Daft, was he? Or was this a front of some sort? Eyes moved collectively to bestow upon the stag's own blood, skimming her as the familiar features greeted his orbs. She was acting as she always had done so, with meek submission characteristic to her. A slow smirk in satisfaction stretched cleanly across his concealed markings as the one known as Crowley took the stage in mind. Ah, yes, a playful distraction, hmm? A tinge of irritation built upon his mind as the rambling continued, knawing upon nerves. What an annoyance this tone was, the atmosphere causing head fit to burst. Nostrils flared, eyes sparking with deadly contemplation as he took a collecting step forth. The drawing contemplation of through emotion tugged, lurching forth as the tides continued to move in favor of her current line of action, continuing to shake as facade to inference mind lines drew deeply upon the flexing stresses of aura. Keeping her options open as the Reaper assessed her, she listened with careful precision to the words Crowley was disrupting to her father, something that she saw right through, but was amused by. She had not witnessed this side, something arcane to her, with ease of view shifting. Lucy observed with critical orbs as the focus was slowly shifting, the pronunciation of chipper voice. As the last binding thread shredded from her shard mind, each muscle collected itself. Tense motions as the stallion then proceeded to step forward to Crowley. Rage, an uncensored emotion that had not touched her iced veins in many a day, sliced through her conscious as her powers swelled, harnessed by the force of her will. Springing to close the unexpected gap between her and her sire, the assault was unexpected as entire form blurred with the lurching motions, the entirety of her power as well as focus upon the key point. Fanged teeth came in contact with the pulsating vein upon his neck, as she forced her jaws shut, orbs flashing dangerously as the complete extend of her weight was pressed against him. Suddenly, he twisted out of her grasp desperately, knocking her to the side with his larger form. Before she could even blink, the mare faded into the background, becoming little more than the shade as she twisted to once more stand upon her own stilts.

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Crowley

Crowley could not help but to smirk at his own antics. This was actually fun. He had not played the part of a chipper young man in a long time. It felt... good. It was a wonder what events could lead to one doing things that they finally realised they missed. This just happened to be one of those times. Crowley also enjoyed how it caused others to act around him. He knew full well that it was annoying and got on many horses' nerves, just as it was doing to this stag. That gave Crowley even more satisfaction, which, in turn, only fed his large ego even more.

Just before Crowley opened his mouth to speak any more nonsense, Lucy lept at her father with a look of hatred in her eyes. So this was the moment? She was finally going to show him how much she hated the things that he had put her through and done to her during her younger days. He really deserved it. Crowley was behind Lucy one hundreed percent. If she needed any help, he was there.

The stallion quietly moved back and proceeded to watch the father and daughter fight it out. He was fine with watching from the sidelines. He figured that he should stay out of it unless Lucy was in dire need of his help. If she was, then she would call for him, other wise he was not moving from his observation area. This was her own battle, her own demons to fight. That was a thing that should be done alone, and here was her chance.

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[bg=#FF00CC] ||Lucifer|| The drawn exhale of threatening hiss discharged from the raw chords of his vocals, brilliant orbs sparking with intensity in their fiery depths. Ungrateful child! Crimson dripped fatefully from his wound, but the flow was no more than a trickle now, for even though the teeth had pierced the lining of his flesh, the pressure had not been sustained long enough to create fined wound. Smoke billowed from his nostrils, anger turning into sadistic smirk wiping across his sharp features. A deep, rumbling laugh erupted from his chords, filling the air around them toxically with the gesture. It ended with a final tone of snarl, eyes sparking as he swept cleanly to her side, the motions shift as well as deadly as ears pinned flat against his head. Teeth snapping. The still stance tightened considerably as the mocking taunt of laugh embraced her form, as if nails scraping across her chilled flesh. The moment before he moved, she was hinted upon this action by the the ending conclusion of guttural growling. Effectively, she stepped sideways, dodging as his fanged maw chafed her shoulder, making little impression as the counter was made. However when he came in again, she over-corrected herself, slipping forth into his awaiting jowls just as a tore was made. As the statuette of sire stepped back, Lucy began to choke. A thick black substance leaked from the wound, saturating the ground below her, causing dense puffs of charcoal smoke to rise from the sodden earth. The emerald peaks of her sparking orbs seemed to flash crimson as a wicked smile curved into her features. Was he foolish to think she was behind in teachings of underworldly nature? Deep ebony substance spread across the wound as if in seal as her mane rose as if trendils themselves. Nostrils flaring, the darkness around her collected as she faked forth as in feigned attack. The stallion reacted, incorrectly. Once more, she came in contact, tearing at the wound she had made before, opening it farther. Moving away, the flesh hung from her mouth as Lucifer stood, star struck by this.

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Crowley

It was good to see the strange mare get so many good hits. Crowley had never once under estimated her. Lucy was performing just as well as he would have imagined, especially since sh ewas not of full blood. That was something else that the stallion was beginning to doubt. She looked, acted, and even fought, like a full blood. Her father was obviously a very, very powerful stallion, after observing the genetics he passed. Now if only he had more children out there. Would they be just as powerful as Lucy had turned out to be? Or would they be left powerless, lonely rejects in the world without a place to go? Perhaps he would never find out.

Crowley's feline-like optics flicked back up to the scuffle in front of him as the scent of torn flesh permeated the cold air. It was a scene the had not had the pleasure to smell for the longest time. It brought back so many different memories, some good and some bad. This event would go down in his mind as something good to associate with the scent. If Lucy won of course.

How much longer would this battle continue to go on? He had a feeling that the stallion would soon fade from the land of the living and journey to the great beyond. Crowley's breed had a knack for knowing when Death was coming to claim another victim. Death was now close, looming over head, ready to take its next innocent, or in this case not so innocent. Lucifer had gotten a few good blows in, but just a few more from Lucy would finish him.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The cradling scents that one of this particular origin beckoned forth the steady hand of death, the fiery grasp undeniable as Lucy did not make the motion to move closer to the stallion. Father. A spark flared across her iris with the sudden meaninglessness of a realization such as this. It meant nothing to her now, for she was cold as well as consumed entirely by the sheer sense of disappointment. The fea had never been one for shows of overall emotion, considering the fact that she had previously kept her temperament in check, as if on the outside looking in. Anger consumed, building the fire that burned in her gut as she looked down upon the Reaper who had bore her to the world. Was this all he had to offer? Pitiful. All the days she had spent quaking in the sheer terror to the fact that he was in her life. Meaningless. Wasted. Was this the full extent of his powers? WIthout the usual tight rein of her feelings, the shadows wurrounding her darkened even more tangibly as the fea finally approached the silent form of Reaper whom had his head bowed. This fight was too one-sided, and nevertheless uninteresting for her fevered mind. Years, centuries even, she had collected, lingered, upon this one chance. It was a let-down. A small, feral hiss vacated her muzzle as an ill-attempted lunge was directed at her, her dodging to the side as the mare simply knocked the larger opponent to the ground, standing over him. Death. She should seal his hand upon this act. The crimson upon the ground was unimaginably soft to her eyes, the color tantalizing. Suffering is what he was feeling now, and she knew. The venom that lingered upon her lips was seeping deeply into his very being, clouding as well as blackening what was there. Crowley. She knew he had longed for the fight, had witnessed it dancing behind his captivating orbs. The first blow had been struck because of the impulse that collected upon Lucifer's move toward the Reaper, though she knew that he was more than adequately capable of taking care of himself. The mare reached down, scrapping her teeth roughly against her father's neck, making the stallion's nostrils flare as his entire form quivered. Then, he screamed as the blackness from her wound spilled into it. Tortured, pitiful screams that painted the air a fiery red. Sadness. Grief. Every single unwanted memory, since the fist. Disappearing into the confines of the blackened night. Muse: :3 OOC: ... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[Vel]

Crowley

Crowley had been a spectator to events like this numerous times. It ws quite interesting how they played out when he wasn't involved. Normally, if he were in a fight, everything would be rushing by so fast that he didn't have a split second to think about anything, he just acted. Now, as he was watching, time seemed to slow down, if not even go into slow motion. Was it because he was interested? Perhaps it was because Crowley was lost in his own thoughts as his optics blankly stared at the two forms before him? He may never know the true answer.

Something in the stallion's mind told him that even though Lucy was fighting like a champion, and succeding in her efforts, her father was not trying. He had seen it from the beginning of the fight. It almost seemed to Crowley as if he wanted to die. But why? He was a powerfu lstallion who could make it on his own. He had for this long. He was feared, whiched earned him great power and respect, what more could a stallion like that ask for?

Crowley shook his head, trying not to think about it any longer. He always over thought things. He was too perceptive for his won good and it would only get him into trouble. He had been told that numerous times, but was getting into trouble such a bad thing? No. Trouble defined Crowley. He loved getting into, and causing trouble. The more the better. He hadn't realised how much trouble he had been involved in in someway, until he relaised that nothing troublesome had happened for a while. It would be time to fix things soon.

There he was getting lost in his own head again when he should be focusing on what was more important. The stallion snorted and firmly focused his eyes on the downed stag. Death was so close. He could hear him whispering, pleading for the life of this wretched being. Finish him. Finish him once and for all. Crowley thought as a sinister smile danced upon his lips.

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[bg=#FF00CC] Time was no longer a burning light blinding the mare with it's brilliance. At this time, it was more of a whispering fog, beckoning the darkness to embrace the frozen shade, cloaking the sounds as the mare allowed herself to be consumed by it. Her father had a plan, something soon was to happen for he was allowing her to get ahead. Expressionless features gazed blankly as he staggered back to his feet, raising his head to peer out from behind the long tangles of ashen mane. A sinister smirk consumed him as orbs flickered with flame. Ears listened to the steadily increasing tempo of her father's own laboring heart, cherishing it in her mind as orbs sought out his, drowning in their arrogant, as well as ignorant bliss. There was a plan from him, and as the sharp splintering pains of attack stabbed through him, shock falling upon his masked face. Shock. A scream, tortured as she knew what he felt, the feeling mirrored in her own shallow heart. His veins were running with fire, and it was about time his heart reacted. Then, as the stag Lucifer opened his maw for the last time, inhaling, his heart burst inside, through his chest. Crimson exploded into the silence as Lucy allowed it to coat her pelting, scraps of flesh hanging now from the low limbs. She felt nothing but warm rush of relief as she stood, a smile upon her face as the last memory of her father played. His shocked expression. Father. I never loved you. Nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of quenched death as the mare turned her form, bestowing her gaze upon Crowley. Pray, what was he thinking of this? Her emerald orbs sparked slightly in the returning rays of light, careful to heed the frozen tundra around her form. Mind thought of meanings to announce thoughts. However, there was no way for her to convey at the moment. She waited a heartbeat, gazing at him. Wondering. What happened now that this deed had been accomplished? For now she had no need to worry for anything to happen, schedule more than free til the end of her days. The thought was of loneliness, which had all but consumed her entirely before this very day. The best day of her life. Gaze never wavered from the handsome stag in front of her. Soon, she knew, they would take their leave of each other. She was powerless to stop that. The mare herself was a wandered, and the stallion was apart of a herd. Muse: :3 OOC: ... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[Vel]

Crowley

The silent observer remained unseen as the mare finally finished off the demon who had once tainted her soul with fear and hate. Crowley did not exactly know how to feel about Death claiming this victim. No doubt this stallion would be welcomed with open arms at the gates of Hell, but was it satisfying enough? For her, most likely, for Crowley, he had not a clue. The only thing he felt at the moment was pride fro Lucy's achievement she had so desperately been after. There was also a small hint of loneliness. She had killed another Reaper, someone who was of Crowley's blood. Because of his death, the island lost another one. He was probably a lost cause anyway, so it was not a shame he made his journey into the great unknown.

After a few minutes ticked by, Crowley tentatively took a few steps toward Lucy so she would not be alarmed. He knew that just after a fight such as the one he had witnessed, if one silently came up near the standing horse, they were most likely going to be on the receiving end of a startled blow since the adrenaline was flowing through that horse's veins.

"Well, you don't have to worry about him any longer." Crowley said as he bent his head down to inspect the body. His eyes flicked up and remained on her face for a minute, taking in her expression. "So how does it feel? To be rid of him?" he inquired, desperate to know what she was feeling, if it was anything close to the inner workings of his own mind. She had to at least feel proud of herself for defeating the one who had caused so much turmoil in her life. Crowley sure would. Why was he always to assume what others thought? Was it just his nature or did everyone constantly contemplate the thoughts and feelings of others until they were vocalized and the world would find out?

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[bg=#FF00CC] The congealed stillness radiated taciturnly through her veins as the presence of Crowley rolled across her adrenaline-coated hide, making the hair electric as words alternated across the folds. Emerald orbs sparked slightly as flame rose inside the iris, turning to the stallion at her side with the mind clocking peacefully. There was an air of soundlessness inside her, a mixture of bitter loneliness, as well as fiery pride. The question of freedom was deep implanted as ears flicked forth with easy smile. Crowley. A sentence, or a few, would be given to him for the questions he had asked. Inner demons being chased away, so many lingering feelings to sort through. 'Words will never do any sort of justice to my mixture of tangled feeling inside. He was the embodiment of all that was binding me to this place, clipping my wings...freedom is something I have always longed for but never tasted. At the same time, I feel no humility for what I have accomplished. It is something that I never thought was within my prowess. Yet...for the tales of truth...I am feeling the bitter testament of loneliness. Even if he was not someone I wished to be in the company of, at least we had contact regularly...I would rather be beaten than be alone...as pitiful as that is.' Lucy's vibrant gaze had moved to the ground and then to the shattered body of her father that radiated hatred through the air. It was simply an empty shell, but the mare longed to rake her teeth still across the flesh to take the flesh away. Her exhale was full, nostrils flaring before filling with the scent of death. The bridled mind switched gears once more, back to the Reaper at a distance. What exactly was in store for the mare now that her old life had been silenced by her own intentions. She had never been capable of leaving without the worry of painful times ahead, the looming shade of when Lucifer would once more return to take her. Crowley was something of freedom, never seeming to have been bound before. Would he be able to help her?

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Crowley

It must be strange, never being able to taste freedom as Lucy now had the ability to do. Then again, Crowley should not be the one to talk. He had been bound before, and still was in a way. No one ever saw it, most would not understand, and no one would believe it. That was just fine. He forgot so many times himself until it came back to bite him in the rear and remind him, which seemed to be more frequently theses days. He could not figure out why, nor was an answer to be found, he would just have to live with it and keep seeking out the truth.

"Well Miss Lucy, seeing as you are not bound by that monster anymore, what is it you would like to do?" he asked her after he listened to her words. It had to feel strange, breaking the chains such as she did. What had given her the courage to pick a fight with him like that? Was it Crowley's own doing? Part of him liked to think it was, keeping his very narcissistic qualities. Then again another part of him hoped that there had been something inside the mare that had been waiting for a while to be released and unfurl its fury at the now dead stallion.

Crowley, while waiting for her answer, looked back to the ebony carcass lying on the ground. He looked almost... nice when he was laying there like that. It was funny how death could change someone so much. Morbidly speaking, they almost looked beautiful. It was a strange beauty that Crowley couldn't help but to notice. He often wondered if others saw it to. And just to think, if he extended his maw out and touched that damned body, it would spring back to life. So much damage could be caused with one little touch. That was the way life worked though, the smallest thing could make the biggest changes.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The immolation that assisted honesty to shed lighting upon what in normal circumstantial events would have been morbidly bleak broke apart as if withering bud when the notice of death took pardon. Lucy absorbed each moment in divided elation, mind turning over the taste of poignant sovereignty. Questioning natures veiled enlightened mind for a dismal moment as the thought struck as testament for the mere fact that she herself really had no real wish, desire, or slightest idea, to as what exact was her next move. The mare was not of ignorant natures, but there was little to this isle worth exploring, for even she had seemed to have done most of that on the chain that had previously jerked her backward. Yet, her salvation seemed to be only in the limited sphere that was Crowley. In her fresh mind's eye, he was something of free nature but was underlined with restriction. The stallion was something of rapturous quality, tempting to her very nature. Something that extended her grasp, so far out of her reach but wholesomely tangible. Deadly temptation. 'My only desire is of knowledge.' A rare smile, genuine in nature claimed the foreign expanse of her features as the emerald eyes sparked, gazing with almost arcane calm upon the Reaper. Truthfully, her desire was to speak more with him, for the knowledge of the isles was indeed divided upon Elementals, but few, if not any, would care to converse with one of her own nature. Her powers far outreached more, that was true, but the reigning of such came for experience, not training. Nay, the fea Reaper had little want of power, lands, mate, or children. She wished not to be bound farther...however...there was always need of a grounding point. Everything had limits, for it was a small comfort that was hard to imagine. Limitlessness upon the world was something easily avoidable. The mare laughed quietly to herself, looking up at the beams of crystalline heavens. 'Strange...all are in want of limitless freedoms, but when one has such a thing, limits seem to be wanted all the more. This is, my dear Crowley, something of arcane natures, as well as based upon experiences. If you shall be soon to fall out of my pleasant companionship...pray I will have nothing in which to bear witness to. The Isola Dei Dei has little to quench my thirst for unknown especially with the hints of such violence, though I say that the events will be replicable as well as easily foreseen.' The humor that Lucy held in her speech was indeed remarkably subdued as well as harnessed, traceable but with little ground for the common folk. She moved her gaze to the fair corpse of the stallion upon the ground, tracing the lines that were oddly alien but hinting at something far more than familiarity. How she wished to have seen what the stag Lucien had seen, for even if memories where painful, each experience had something to give as for mind. Was she sick to wish to feel the pains, loves, mere emotions that she herself had been deprived of. Her little joy was fabricated from the taking of lives, taking equines in to have themselves tear apart in manner of self-inflicted natures, sadistic tales that most would cringe at. Playful boredom, loosing interest in the mundane common-horse, even Elementals. Was life a mere game to the fea? Hardly. Yet it seemed to hold little rein as well as defiance to her current manner of life-style. The world, as a whole, was a wonderfully horrid place, where the shadows held shade, cast upon idle figures. Silhouettes. She longed for the paleness of reaching grasp, the sides of the cheek that others turned, sins many in time. Was Lucy a monster? Created from another. Resigned to be chained inside. Heavens tell.

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Crowley

"Knowledge is a wondrous thing." Crowley noted at her words. It was truly wise of her to seek out knowledge like that. Most horses, at this point, would want to run around doing things they never dared to do before. Not Lucy. She seemed to be perfectly content with feeding her mind and expanding her horizons. There was nothing wrong with that. Funny to think that when Crowley first met her he had been expecting another Valdis. Instead, he got the complete opposite. She was a very intriguing mare who, dare he say, could learn something from.

"Since knowledge is what you are after, what would you like to know about?" he asked her. "I'm sure I could expand on what ever you throw at me. And if I can't, well then, colour me surprised." the stallion offered Lucy a small smile as he waited for her to say anything, ask anything, he didn't care. He enjoyed talking with her. He had finally met someone who was more like him than anyone he had met in years. She understood everything he said, even if it was a bit complicated or discombobulated at times. He hated to think that soon her pretty face would just become nothing more than a memory in his own mind. he should not worry about things like that now, he should be grateful of the time he did have. Seize the moment as they always say.

Crowley's audits flicked as Lucy began to speak once more, this time going in depth. So she was weary of his leaving as well? Interesting, they both worried about the same thing. It was true; this island was very constricted in what one could do. How Crowley now wished he could show the mare what was out there. She would love it. He was almost sure of that. It would be so new to her, something fresh she never had experienced before, but here he was, bound like her to this place.

"Yes. Isola Dei Dei is not a land that offers opportunities. Sad, really, but I guess with the others on this island and their behaviour, it is not surprising." he blandly stated. His eyes lit up a bit as feline-like pupils directed their attention to the mare once again. "Perhaps I could offer you something to think about. Ask me anything. I have seen things you never would have dreamed about. I just wish I could show you. I think you would like it. Obviously, that can't happen." he rambled on, feeling the need to just talk as he waited for her to interrupt him with anything.