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Post by Storeh on Feb 1, 2011 14:56:11 GMT -5
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It was as if the incomprehensible occurrences that came with the lure of meager chance where staking in the way of divine favor upon the mare. It was not something of complex nature to say that Lucy was an intent listener to every pronounced syllable that uttered itself from the stallion's quick maw. Questions, she wished for that moment more questions than she was sure than anyone would ever be patient enough to give answer to, no matter what surrounding the conversation took to itself. Mind's eye traced the feline oculars directed for the moment at her with interest, for they were unlike any she had gazed upon in her days, much different from her own at that. Eyes, what a silly question to ask about, fabricated from her seemingly minimal obsession with this drawing as well as mysterious, stag.
Feeling the understandable desire to move away from this place shadowed with the corpse of past meaning, she turned, brushing past the Reaper as she smiled graciously for him to follow, strides then stopping at a tree bordering new passing. Ears pricked themselves in his direction as a strung of soft audios graced her maw. 'Common equines. The ones whom I myself have had the bare pleasure of falling into the presence of seemed dull as well as almost having a mindless quality. Other Elementals whom have crossed my path are also wearing such blinders as to not hold much sense of worldly happenings. Of course, it would be entirely foolish of me to think that all are this way, for I myself have met a selected few whom where older in years that were less narrowed in mind, but what of your experiences? What conclusions have you drawn, for still my thoughts lingers upon these.'
The nostrils flared slightly to bear witness to the change of breeze upon her delicate maw. Ears flickered forth through the trees as the air seemed to cradle her farther. Such a minimal atmospheric shifting always fascinated her, for as it would seem the times allowed natures to shift. Green orbs shifted back to the waiting silhouette of the stallion, as she once more observed his form. The way he stood, his presence as a whole, was so much different. He was more than one of a kind, that was for sure in her mind. It would be something just short of soul-breaking when they had to part. She was determined to savor the company that was more precious than life's nector.
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Post by Vel on Feb 2, 2011 10:07:50 GMT -5
Crowley
The ebony stallion tracked the fae's movements with his optics as she silently moved past him, inviting him to follow. His ears perked in curiosity, but instead of asking why they were moving he just gave a small shrug and followed along, quickly catching up to her. Crowley cast a glance over his shoulder at what they had left behind; Lucy's memories. Now he understood why she wanted to move away from this place. She wanted to put this all behind her, in a literal and metaphorical sense. After a feat such as this, most horses, especially mares, would not be ready to move on so quickly. Crowley admired her for that. He had not known Lucy for long, only hours, but he felt as if he had known her for much, much longer.
Yellow optics flicked to the mare's face as she began to speak. So she wanted to know what he thought, eh? Crowley was silent for a moment as he figured out what exactly he thought on the matter. "Everyone is blind to something in a way, even you and me." he stated. "But, in my past experiences on this island I have come to find that the elementals are very well versed in the happenings of the past, present, and even future, of this island. They are otherwise blind to the world around them. The only things of importance that you can learn from them is mainly about their herd and powers, and possibly something about one of the other herds." he explained. "As for the other horses on this island, there are many different degrees of their blindness. Some are born on this island, while some are born in other parts of the world. The ones who are born here, on Isola Dei Dei, generally aren't even worth talking to. Most of them are stupid, as much as I hate to say it. All that goes through their minds is food, gossip, and where to find a mate. Nothing much can be learned from them. There is a smart one every now and then, but that is very rare. If you ever happen across one with a higher intelligence, talk to them. They should have something to offer you. Now for the horses that are born off of this island, talk to them. They are usually smarter than the native horses here, and they will have much to offer. They can tell you how the rest of the world works, how they personally see it, let you know what is out there, the possibilities are endless. They also happen to be the most fascinating to talk to."
Every word he spoke was the truth in Crowley's mind. After spending years on this insignificant spit of land, he had learned a thing or two about the horses on it. He considered horses born here rather inferior. Yes, they were nice enough, but they truly were dumb. They may seem smart to other horses, but Crowley had heard it all before. A horse born on Isola Dei Dei had yet to say something that would astound him, or make him think. The horses who came from the main lands were much different. They all had their own perspective on the world out there. Crowley was always interested to hear their thoughts and feelings. Those were the educational horses. Finding a good horse to speak with was like fishing, you either got one that was what you were looking for, or nothing.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 2, 2011 15:50:51 GMT -5
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Perspective holdings that tied knowledge to opinion upon delicate, as well as such topics that where not, coincided to cradle logic as well as build foundation upon such things. The emerald optics strayed from the refined features of the speaking stallion, wounding her own thoughts around his own as the gaze traveled to the arching drips of canopy, seeming to thaw in the first announcement of spring. As Crowley seemed to give short of finality upon the words he was giving, Lucy turned her gently sloping head once more, gazing with a minimal extent of smile, for it would seem as she had nothing interestingly enough to add to such a finding. The thoughts he allowed her to behold mirrored almost alarmingly close to her own. What more was there to offer to such a stag whom covered things so diligently? With the level of intelligence he always withheld in the heating of discussion, it was something of little to no wonder that he found normal conversing trivial.
'I dare to say that your manner has given a quite full answer, including my own thoughts upon this. But, there must be exceptions to this? As horrid as it may be, with all my happenings upon other equines, you are the only to give me anything in worth of knowing. Call it ignorance, but even those for the other methods of world held little extent of conversational knowing. Then again...most shy away from one such as myself.' Nostrils flared slightly before another thought presented itself to the fair frame of mare. It was not of new discovery, but more of drawing light to such a thing. 'It is spring now, yes? That means many a new foal from the downcasted races. What a shame that the art of breeding is to be farther squandered.' This opinion was granted with little of sharp tongue, a soft tone that was almost in wonder that she herself caught with arcane sense. A small, airy breath of laughter came from her with musical quality, decidedly sharing with the Reaper stag. 'It was always said that ignorance breeds.'
Before gazing for another lingering moment upon the company so pleasant to be fallen into, there was a change in expression once more. A smile collected itself as the mare turned once more to the scenery for a collection of her scrambled thoughts, though it was as if they where cushioned behind a screen of white noise. Where to begin? How to sort out these things, most of them of now little meaning to the fea Lucy, for now bare whims of memories where as useless as the common folk Crowley brought light to. Many a new day would be taken to heights, or so thoughts, though the restrictions of lands would never cease to be a pain. Crowley. He had a herd, which was too bad. In moments passed, this would all shatter to end.
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Post by Vel on Feb 3, 2011 9:15:13 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley took in Lucy's words, listening intently to everything she had to offer him. There was no nonsense that had come from her mouth yet, which gave him an even better reason to listen. "Yes, our appearance does have a lot to do with who will stay to talk to us." he agreed as his optics wandered up to the partially cloudy sky. "I've had that happen to me more times than I count. I will approach an equine, hoping for something to occupy me for several hours, but once they see me coming they turn around and quickly trot away." he said. "Its safe to say that I am a little sad about that, but I don't let it bother me for more than a few minutes."
Crowley had never been bothered by horses not wanting to talk to him. In the years past Crowley had been the one to avoid conversations and make hasty exits, not the other way around. Now the roles were reversed. Karma. That was all Crowley could think about. It was a stupid little belief that did, indeed, come back to bite him in the rear. Although, he supposed it did with everyone.
"Ah yes, it is spring isn't it?" he repeated as a rabbit darted across their path. He had totally forgotten. Perhaps it was because early spring was fond of snow and cold still. He was almost happy that he had forgotten. It was now like a surprise to him. Crowley always liked surprises, something new and exciting. Spring also signaled the growth of more food. Wonderful. The food supply had been so scarce over the winter that there had been quite a few deaths.
"Oh most definitely. Poor breeding is all that happens here. Like I have said before, horses on this island only care about food, finding a home, and then finding a mate as quick as possible. Most the time its the first horse who comes along to meet them. Stupidity. Thats all it is. they are so intent on reproducing and mothering something that they only care a bit about who their mate is. If they actually got out, met many, many horses, I'm positive they would find someone who they actually loved. But what do I know right?"
"You know," he began, still on the topic of breeding and offspring, "I had a daughter once." Crowley hadn't told that to anyone beside Valdis. When he spoke, there was a sadness, a longing, in his voice that had not been there before. That was so long ago. He doubted if she was even alive anymore. He most likely had grandchildren or great-grandchildren out there.
Once Crowley stopped talking, everything seemed to go silent, except for the birds chirping away. It was such a nice sound. Crowley briefly closed his eyes and drew in a breath, taking in the scent of the fresh spring. The birds would be nesting very soon. For a stallion like Crowley, one would think he didn't care about birds at all. Wrong. He had always liked them. He didn't know if it was their ability to fly where ever they pleased, or the songs that they constantly sung. What ever it was, he liked it.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 3, 2011 18:59:09 GMT -5
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There was a collective sort of pretense to the mere consolation that offered with his last words offered to her, something that made the mare's heart ping with a longing that the mere tones of his usually smoothed voice caused. To the steadily heating workings of her thoughts, this cause a thick block to form, the rest of the information he had offered slipping neatly through the cracks to wash away an evidence of the speakings. The hue audios painted made patchwork patterns of painful light collect across her lids. Nostrils flared with the empathy, something not short of compassion, that threatened to down the seemingly fragile mare. The emotion was not forgotten. It rang through the thinly coated corridors of her mind. A pain that was not her own, but something like it. A daughter lost. Lucy had once given birth to a son. But...she had killed him. Another sharp pain exploded in her chest. Guilt? The child..it had been for so many reasons. So dead now.
'I had a son once...' The mixed fea paused in her step, orbs retracing the heavens in the washing of selfishness. Crowley. She wished for him to continue. Her heart ached, mind ached, to listen. The voice of her own collection was soft, draining, etched as well as lined with despair. Though she wished for her silence. The void to close up and consume those words. She was quiet, breathing in the false spring aura, listening to the Reaper. Were those four words an offering to the other? That she understood? Lids closed to veil her clouded orbs from the world as she allowed seizure of her mind. None had ever know about this. She had taken its life so her father would not. The life she lived had been no place for the foal. Her mind was chapped, raw with the things she wished to tell. But he would be first. She needed to hear what he had to say. His voice would break the surface.
Did he realize how much this hurt her? Yet, she wanted him to continue. Tell her. Please. She wanted to be the one to listen. She wished for him to tell. Lucy had never really wanted anything other than what she had at this moment. Lies. She had been shielded by the ones she told her sire. No. She had been covered with a mask. That mask was gone, and she wanted nothing more than to help Crowley. In the frozen silence that the surroundings harbored, those broken eyes looked at the stallion with a calm sense of painful understanding. There was little motions. Everything was alert to the others as if all else had faded. In this one moment, a fleeting moment at that, it was only the pair. Quiet. Slipping, faltering, sentences, bearing the wish. Sewn where their lips.
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Post by Vel on Feb 3, 2011 19:39:44 GMT -5
Crowley
EDIT: hey I am an idiot and accidently wrote my new post over this and modified it. So thereofre, the post that was here no longer exists. =C I am very sorry, I can be such a blonde sometimes XD
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Post by Storeh on Feb 3, 2011 20:35:48 GMT -5
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It was all tearing her heart to shards. Long, thin, painful shreds that came with the pain oh so evident in the traces of his voice. Crowley. It was as if the pain he felt was radiating through the air to ground itself with nothing of hostile nature into the very core of the fabricated being. It dripped, slowly, consuming the pools left empty by the many times she had wrenched free of memories' emotional clutches. Yet, the tears she now bore witness to, traced deeply as if forever etched into the Reaper's eyes, sent her crawling back, bound to the talons that embedded themselves into her soul. However, it was not just the expression of this all-embracing grief that made the skin rip from her frame, it was the words. Oh the honesty in those words. Every one was drenched in acidic torment. So much so that it even burned her own hardened pelt. Reassurance. She was here, was she not? It was brutal truth that you will never shed memories from grace, but pain can be lessened, can it not? What did the mare have to offer to ease the spiteful shade from him.
A step, one that was so small but seemed to herself to span miles was taken then. The decision that Lucy would never regret, not a matter how it was translated to the stallion on the receiving end. Extending the very length of her swan-like neck outward, the velveteen muzzle brushed Crowley's shoulder, lingering there. Warmth of exhale was given into the soft skin as offer of advocacy. Fateful. Bitterly the seeds of love had seemingly ripped themselves from the fea, and she knew from that she was luckier than almost all others touched by such a thing. The connection binding her to the place beside this stag was something of unknown quality to her, for his pain seemed to have become her own. Anything she could give, she would. Everything that would come to past, she would not leave until he wished her away. The pain could be lessened, but it would not disappear, and Lucy knew that without the struggle from philisophical minds.
As a fateful snap cracked through her mind with the new resurrection of her own guilt, Lucy recoiled from his pelting with a torn realization. Hypocrite. The mare was offering an extension of something that she had done for herself. Guilt. What had driven her? Was it the selfishness that she had always witnessed it as? She had to spill her guts. Crowley had spilled his. She would force herself to. Horrible. She was horrible. There was a burning. An aching. She would not be the one to force her natures upon him when the raw emotions that he was feeling where so new. Raw. Yet. With the stalling of time, the mare knew that each moment that she waited it would be harder to choke it out. Each second that left without a goodbye. 'Crowley...I...am so selfish.' She shook her head as the beading of tears fell from her own eyes. Guilt. So much guilt could kill someone. Kill her. She was tearing herself apart. He didn't need this. He didn't need her demons. She was to help him...not harbor him. Not be a burden to him. No.
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Post by Vel on Feb 4, 2011 18:03:29 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley then turned silent, a rarity for him, lost in his thoughts. His short spoken recollection had brought so many things flooding into his mind that played over and over again like a film. He shut his eyes as if that would freeze the image, making it last just seconds longer. Why now? Why think of all this now, show these feelings when he was with someone he had met only hours earlier? It was not like him, far from his normal behaviour. It was idiotic. He realyl should stop himself now, but he could not. For some reason he felt at ease around this fae. Perhaps it was because they were of the same blood. Being around those that shared a past with him put him at ease.
The bright yellow optics flicked open as he felt something warm on his shoulder. Lucy. She had noticed how much this was bothering him. Bless her. She truly was special. Her gesture, simliar to that of a comforting squeeze of the hand, made him sadly smile in a silent thanks. He took a deep breath and composed himself a bit better. This really was not the time to be thinking about these things. They should ba talking about more trivial things that would cause debate, and even laughter. This was just too serious and dismal for Crowley's taste.
Audits flicked as Lucy's lyrics drifted through the warming air. Her statement, it was very odd. The stallion's brow furrowed as his head tilted ever so slightly to the left in question. "Why do you say that Lucy?" he inquired, knowing he would most likely find an answer. One did not normally bring something up unless they were willing to indulge their listener's curiousity in the subject matter. Crowley was certainly not a horse who would let things go easily. No, he had to poke and prod until he was satisfied with everything that was offered, willingly or not, to him.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 4, 2011 20:21:19 GMT -5
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Heaviness, the similarity to that of a dampened cloth being draped over the pair stifling, pressed down upon the mare's exhaling sides, in a gesture that made each painful laboring breath that much more rigidly gasped for. Yet, despite this, the mind was a weightless object, mirroring that of a cloud, slipping around the unwanted thoughts as the fea refused to measure to the stallion's question. To spill ones guts to a mere stranger, a curiosity of more than idle expression, was something of unheard of quality to herself. To herself, the Reaper had been in her acquaintance before, known to her as something more than an equine whom had wandered by chance into the folds of her life. Speaking of it. She must say what she longed to, for her throat was already threatening to seize up. Raw aching shot through each snapping fabric of her patched soul, straining against the pull, grasping for the words that were in an extended breath of reach. Now or never. She had never taken a fair liking to that particular expression, and this was not an exception of circumstances.
'What you have lost is irreplaceable in this world. There is no chance that you can retrieve the lost moments, relieve the memories...the ones that you cherish the most. I have done something foolish in my past, and I am a hypocrite to offer comfort to someone who has suffered through something that I took measures to avoid. I killed my son. I was so frightened that he would be a victim of the life that I lived. Fall prey to the sire that I have destroyed. He would grow up in fear, just as I had. Never would I press that life onto another...especially my own offspring. I...had never felt...the fruits of love. I have suffered plenty the wains of temptation in my younger years, and here I suffer that now. I am selfish to want to shield myself just as much as that child. I am selfish to turn to myself and think about what is best for me. Crowley...judge me now based upon this alone and I shall never ask again for such redemption.' Her voice did not waver, but was indeed underlined with an unaccounted for emotion, one that had always been present, but never truly expressed to any, least of all on whim.
Compassion was something that slipped through her fabricated mind, but honesty for the truth was something that she herself would never pain to cover up. Everything must be let for the world to bear as well at one point or another, the time of such a choosing decided upon the actions of the one who carried it, no matter if they where at fault or not. Lucy was not worried for the immortality of her soul, for sin on her part was a regular occurrence. Yet she was a full believer in the fact that this stag...this equine whom she shared connections with, must know all of her truths, without exception of brutality. Crowley was one to speak, one to listen, one to trust for that is what she wished to believe. This was not a simple task for her, nor a test for him. It was not the reaction pending that she awaited. The fea would forever hold her peace. The mare would listen till the end pronounced it so.
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Post by Vel on Feb 5, 2011 10:21:03 GMT -5
Crowley
A soft smiled appeared on his ebony muzzle as Lucy spoke of memories of the past. It was all so true. Crowley had many a memory he wished to hold on too. There were so many things in his life that had been lost that he would love to have th chance to experience once again. That would never happen. Some days he wished that he could go backward in time to relive, or even witness from a distance, those fleeting memories that would often plague him in his mind. It was funny how he remembered certain little details about some events, but forgot the whole picture, where as some memories only help the whole event.
Crowley was now curious as to what Lucy could have done that would make her such a 'hypocrite' as she had put it. His curiosity was quickly satisfied when she painfully admitted that she had killed her son. Interesting. He had not been expecting that. Life was just full of little surprises like that. He had been slightly caught of guard when Lucy had told him she once had a son. She did not look the mothering type, nor had she ever been according to this new information.
"Lucy, your intentions of killing him, they would seem very justifiable, especially at the time." he told her after listening. "If I had gone through those things you had to live with, I wouldn't want that life for my own flesh and blood either. Though there were other options available on how to deal with that situation, you did what you felt was the only way to keep him from a life of torment. Quite honestly, in a situation like that where relatively quick thinking was needed, I may have made the same choice."
"My judgment of you has already passed, and I am not changing my mind." Crowley informed her. "Just because you tell me this does not mean I am going to think any differently of you. Yes, I will admit it surprised me a little to find out the fact you had a son, but this changes nothing in the way in which I see you. You may think yourself someone horrible who does not wish to live, but believe me, your mistake dwarfs some I have seen."
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Post by Storeh on Feb 5, 2011 18:14:55 GMT -5
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A certain level of understanding for the typical trials of others was something hardened for the current world to find, for the past generations had little luck at the endeavor either. For an equine to be brought to a level of empathetic compassion without the need for press, push, nor hint was of arcane being never before witnessed by a large sum of any sort of populace. Crowley was something not short of heaven-sent, though the mare Lucy know with something much more than certainty that he had in himself a closet full of skeletons, to pardon the metaphor. It was drawing, tugging a feeling in her being as to know that his thinking was not altered by horrid remembering so much so that the mixed fea might have been then startled into a permanent silence of a mixture of relief.
Most looked at this stag, she knew, and saw the demon in the breeding, not to gaze past this, but she...saw more. it was an understatement. She had witnessed more in the passing glance of knowing him that she had with any of her kind or the next. The emerald orbs sought out immediately his features without another thought before the heart leaped for another moment. So much arcane fascination than she thought would have the ability to collect in one. They were quite the pair, if that was all to be said. She took a step forward, without eager flirtation, without the normal regards of a common mare's intentions, and for the words would never do the justice she desired be taken in thanks, so much more, she once more pressed her muzzle to his shoulder. If she never was to speak another word in the rest of her dayless years, this was the one gesture that could complete sentences.
'You are unlike any I have ever met before.' It was no more than a whisper, a breathy mutter, but the need for it to be said melted inside her. It was something of no thinking for require, but measured up to every object she had observed. A want to know more, for it was a never-ending pursuit that would last more than her years could offer. There was so high a prospect for what could be taken and learned from a mere minute, or day, that it was nearly without fathom. Light-hearted natured was absent, and there was a need for the return of such a thing, where she did not have to thing about the past in too much depth, did not have to remember much, and could merely listen to the audios his smooth vocals produced. For the moment, she did not want to give justice of when he would have to go.
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Post by Vel on Feb 6, 2011 10:38:34 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley's eyes flicked down to the mare as she touched her velvety muzzle to his shoulder once again, a silent thanks for his words. Crowley had always been good with others, offering them advice, talking them through their problems, even solving their issues. No matter how hard he tried not to do this, he still did. He figured that he had caused change in so many different lives during his time on Earth in so many ways, that for all he knew could have changed the workings of the world in some way. Wouldn't that be something? Crowley, changing the world?
"Now that could be a good thing, or a bad thing." he chuckled at her words. He smiled at her, only good intentions in his joking tone. Yes, he was normally not too cheerful, but mostly annoyed, he had his times where he could be very fun and unusually chipper. In his younger days he had often fancied a good laugh every now and then. It was weird how this mare had brought out his happier side. She was the first friendly face he had come across in a while who had stuck with him for some amount of time without making pathetic excuses in order to get away from him.
"Hmmmm..." he vocalized as he looked around. "How long do you think it will be 'til this place has more life than its used to?" he asked. There was a period every year in which, for some reason unbeknownst to Crowley, that these said 'dark lands' were teeming with creatures of all shapes and sizes. It was strange thing Crowley had never figured out. These lands had been dubbed dangerous by many, and yet, critters came here as if it was the safest place to be.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 6, 2011 19:22:05 GMT -5
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Withdrawing her cranium form the decided perch upon the stallion's own shoulder, Lucy turned the fairest degree of emerald oculars to forest that surrounding them as if in protective cushioning. Petaled ears swiveled, only catching what could be counted as minimal sounding, before nostrils flared in destitution. Yes, it was quite striking that the place had not offered the brunt of dark equines, most likely nurturing the fevers burning with fiery passion, or the sake of lust, under their pelts, had not wandered to this place for the option of finding a mate with quick natures. For stallions, this shaded portion of dark lands was indeed something of spectacular nature, yielding many a fea to sate their desires. It was of true wonder that the place was not already teeming with such endeavors, even the birds were ahush, casting almost mysterious aura upon the unafflicting tree lines, as if shadows were inteed lurking there with carefully watching orbs. Lucy snorted at such foolishness.
'I myself would give it no more than a week.' A ghost of a smile played upon her lids as the eyes sought familiarity upon the stallions features. Slightly embarrassed by the close proximity they where keeping, the mixed mare took a measures step to the side, as if to extend the offer to walk once more, lids blinking at the Reaper for a moment before they returned to the surroundings. Long tail, the multicolored strands of woven tredils, brushed absently the ground, forcing the mare to lift the crane of her tail higher to avoid catching mud. The snow had melted sufficiently enough to allow minimal puddles of mud to form undertread.
Quietly, in the confines of her mind, the fea thought about the coming explorations of season, contemplating on which lands to turn for hiding until the breeding seasons came to a closing, or at least the heat died down. This was quite discomforting, for in usual nature, the mare was hoping to mess with the dull witted minds of the stags happening, chancing, for what they thought was love. But...to her own surprise, she wanted none of that this seasoning. She would already have a hard enough time dealing with herself after this venture, let alone other equines, who with Crowley's own perception, seemed all the more bland as well as dim. The life she lived was touched, more consumed than that.
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Post by Vel on Feb 9, 2011 18:31:23 GMT -5
Crowley
"Yes, it does seem close, doesn't it?" he commented. He was always interested to see who, and what, came back during these months. Some years there were more of one creature than another. Crowley faintly wondered what kind of animal would bring the most life to this dismal place this year. Horses were the largest animals on the island, but they were far from being the most abundant ones. Birds and other small mammals seemed to run the island, even if they were not seen very often. Then there were the larger animals, like the deer, and odd canine or feline type, but they were not too common, yet common enough that they could be seen regularly.
With spring in the air, Crowley's mind tended to wander more as his feline-like optics took in more colorful scenery than before. Winter was always so drab, nothing but shades of grey and dull browns. Spring brought a new life to everything, restored the colour, restored good feelings and revitalized new hopes. Spring certainly was a magical time. It was if someone had flipped a switch telling everything that had died or gone into hiding for the snowy months to come back out again.
Spring also signaled for mares to go into heat. Crowley hated this time. Mares were always throwing themselves at anyone they could find to fill the foolish, lusting need within them. In turn, stallions became more cocky and would strut about as if they owned the island. If Crowley passed any of them, they always wanted to pick fight to see who was the 'better man', especially if there was mare nearby watching the pair. Crowley would be very glad when the spring heat was over.
"So do you have a spot picked out for this spring to hide away until those ravenous prats are done with trying to find mares?" Crowley asked Lucy. She had to know some very secluded, beautiful spots where she could spend her days. Crowley had just assumed that she normally felt the same way that he did about this horrid season.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 9, 2011 20:06:56 GMT -5
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The vacancy of beholding environment detailed actions that where made in the fitful collections of the recent embarrassment. Flushing with the subterfuge of situation, heat creeping with succession across her pelting, her gaze was deterred to the canopy. Bearing witness to the brushing sway of withering shade, it was of little wonder that no life seemed to be bore forth in this place. Catching a wing-beat of ebony bird, her voice mimicked its call, almost to coax it forth to herself. Truth was something Crowley more than had won, deserved, for he had already shed so many moments dwindling in the transparency of their Lucy's own general splendor. This year, far different than others, she would seek the shallow pools that were only found in the deepest regions of the forest, for there was a place that peace was indeed found. Very rarely did she go there, for the mare in herself did not wish to taint the almost sacred aura it cast. Ending the gentle nudging of aerial, the mare still did not return her previous gaze.
'I believe this year I shall find refuge in Elegancia once more, for though under rule now, they are far more vast than a single herd can reign over, let alone observe all at once. Pray, shall you be seeking a haven yourself?' With a thinly disguised smile, the fea was careful to avoid too much glancing, for she did not wish for him to think her a 'ravenous prat' herself. Once more, almost as a habit for when without watch, she called softly to the bird perched on high. The tone was musical, sweet, almost sickeningly so. Just such useless pastimes where taken to a new level of perfection when once was constantly without conversation or audience. Nostrils flared, inhaling the beads of spring as the response was given. For once, the pelting upon her skin seemed to be wearing thin, the mixed equine named after the flower maiden feeling almost uncomfortable in her own pelting. A swim, perhaps?
A small airy laugh breathed into the silence, causing the bird she had been calling to for a lapse from the cast trance, making it take to the heavens. Sighing after it, finally the vibrant emerald orbs caught the Reaper's. 'Though some might find it a silly or trivial notion, I find myself fancying a swim at the present.' Oddly enough, it was a strange enough sentence coming from her maw, especially to such an aquiantance as the stallion at her side. But this little confidence was just because he seemed an equine that can turn any pretense of unneeded manner into a vivid, as well as varied, strand of conversing. One of his many good manners.
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