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Post by Vel on Feb 10, 2011 8:33:40 GMT -5
Crowley
"A wise choice." Crowley noted. Lucy certainly did have an knack for choosing the most secluded spots. He wondered if she liked her time alone. Some horses favoured a perios of solitude where they could just mull things over and relax. Others became very easily bored, like Crowley. He knew that some mares would group together if the frequented the same safe havens, forming a temporary herd. He could never see the fun in that, being stuck with the same group of horses for a good amount of time without ever getting the chance to move about and leave without a care in the world.
Lucy then asked him if he too would be looking for a spot to hide out during this season. The stallion's eyes flicked to the ground as he let out a soft chuckle. "No, I won't be Lucy." he informed her. "Its just not my thing, hiding away like that. Yes, there aer those hormonally driven mares who throw themselves at any passing stallion, but I can always deter them from coming near me. Their heads may be clouded, but they know when someone, or something, dangerous is close by."
It was silent for a moment before the fae asked if he faniced a swim. A swim? This brought an odd smile to his face. What an unsual request this was! It was safe to say no other horse had ever asked him this before. "Well, seeing as it is a warm day out and will soon get hotter as the day progresses, I think a dip in the water would be splendid." Crowley lifted his head and looked around. "Do you have certain spot you would like to go?" he asked her, knwoing there were several streams and lakes around here, but the sea was never too far away.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 10, 2011 13:00:38 GMT -5
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The sequestered configurations cast onto the backs of equines as they too choice dwell in conversation allowed for absorbing of natures as well as company. Ear flickering to hint upon answering the last drawing inquiry, once more as the mare's fair mind ticked as if on scheduling of a clock. Yes, the confines of the sea where always on option open to any equine, but there was also a chance of then the pair meeting some of the beings pulsing with hormonial urging, and she knew it was harder to deter a stallion from fight with her being at the present beside him. Raising the extent of her delicate cranium, ears flickered to catch wind, giving her a positioning that would regulate the maps of this place detailed in her mind from the extensive years spent in the flora. Lucy had a mind to take the Reaper to the pools deep that were held within the confines of the forest, a place untouched almost completely, but a place she was more than sure he would find enjoyment in visiting. Angling the small frame of her body towards another path deeper into the recesses of wood, the sparking gaze cast to him.
'If you do not mind, my friend, I believe I shall show you a place I myself have happened upon in my quite lengthy travels in Terra Scure. That is, if the travel it shall take is worth the reward, in your mind. I dare say the spot is quite untouched, especially from the tread of equine.' The tone she took was not of pressing, but in honest remark to whether or not he should choice the simple paths of sea-side view instead of moments of idle travels. Indeed, to her, the reward would be quite satisfying, for it was her second most favored spot on the isles, one which she rarely took time to visit. Once more, gaze flickered to the grace of sun rays playing patched workings across there pelts, then along the branches of soon-to-be burdened trees. The mare herself longed for the return of the greenery, as well as the canvas of colors that would reign, even in the dark lands, in the coming months. Spring was a time of detestation for fellow species, but an enjoyment of all things in relation to nature.
It was an odd strand of circumstance, for if another had told the fea she would be sharing a casual, as well as lengthy, period with the gracing of another, it would have been quickly dismissed. Though finding herself in extended periods without company, she mostly cherished the times with others, something that usually made it so easy for manipulation, hearing the gossip and spending the days in the confines of your own mind. But, this time spent with Crowley reminded Lucy that, she to, wished to speak with others upon the days just as much as the next, as long as the partner in such topics was as engaging as the stallion before her. A soft sort of chortle once more graced herself as the thought came for sharing this, 'I have never been one to seek out the company of another, and this time I have spent with you has been the longest, by far, of any conversing and I...still have no wish of leaving.'
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Post by Vel on Feb 12, 2011 16:15:38 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley stepped back a bit, offering for Lucy to lead the way after she spoke. He was interested as to where this mare was going to take him. Hopefully it was to a place that he hadn't been to before. He knew full well there were still some areas on this island that he had yet to venture into. Perhaps Lucy was taking him to one of these 'secret' places. Spots like this were very secluded, which always meant that had a strange beauty to them. Crowley had always enjoyed going to new, and especially beautiful, places. There was just something about them that made him feel like he was part of something special. Perhaps he was since many others did not get to see it.
The stallion silently followed Lucy as she directed them to their destination. Crowley really was not paying any attention to where they were going, for he was lost in his own head just as always. He blinked a couple times as Lucy's voice rang out through the air. He continued to stare straight ahead as he listened to the words that tumbled out of her mouth. He sort of felt the same way. True, he had partners before who offered something to be cherished, but Lucy had not. She had not had the joy of talking for a length of time with someone.
"I do not wish you to depart either." he simply stated. "Good conversation is hard to come by these days. I have recently only had the joy of listening to idiots just so I am not bored out of my own mind. I don't fancy going mad and I feel the only way to prevent that is to keep myself occupied with something, even if it is gibberish that I have heard millions of times before. At least there is always some variation to it. You have proved to be truly unique in the way you think and speak."
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Post by Storeh on Feb 12, 2011 16:44:41 GMT -5
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The elaborate portraying of the same inadequate patterns throughout the ages of the forest where in all sense, quite dull to the mare as the surrounding cradle of landscaping turned into the cooling shade of darkness, for the very atmosphere that subjected them to a fault, became denser as the pair traveled deeper inth the confines of forest. It occurred to Lucy that she should feel quite grateful that the emerald oculars had taken a habitual liking to shadow, for as the light fixtures from above ceased calmly, the mare could still see in front of her a ways off. It was not to be taken as an idle compliment, the words that pronounced to give grace to the air around the journeying equines, with the wonders of what Crowley spoke. Then again, the fea herself had never been taken into complimented taste before, except by the antics of the opposite sex whom hoped to bed her. This was different, and she liked that.
No words of idle conversation left her mouth, for the feline crouch she adopted was for the safety of herself within the tangle of trees. Any audios given here would be farther wasted, and she hoped to save her breath for when it matter, as to not prove the stallion wrong in his words. That would be rather misfortunate. Then, the trees before them broke, almost giving a tunnel effect of light, and with a smile upon her features, Lucy entered the secluded recesses. Straightening, her emerald oculars beheld the still, shimmering pools of water, the sun giving grace from above as the trees surrounding whispers, birds singing on high. Ears flickering forwrd, the mare was quite pleased to see nothing about the place had indeed changed in her absentia.
Giving a small smile to the Reaper whom had been eagerly following, the mixed fea stepping up to the waters edge, watching the ripples on the water distorting her reflection for a moment. Then, she moved the rest of the way in, stopping just as the waterline hit her neck, watching the long strands of her colored mane wave out upon the water. Laughing slightly to herself, the cool waters felt good, and her orbs found Crowley's once more. 'Here we are, I suppose. I do hope your patience is to some award.' Her mind drifted slightly, oculars catching the form of a dragonfly skimming the water's surface. It was a place for her to get lost, though she cautioned herself, for she had company, and did not wish to blatantly ignore them. Especially considering whom the company was.
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Post by Vel on Feb 13, 2011 9:07:25 GMT -5
Crowley
The rest of their journey was made in a peaceful silence. Crowley had half expected her to comment on what he had said, but she never opened her mouth. Crowley had inwardly shrugged and had not thought anymore on the matter. What was the need to? This silence was a time of reflection on one's own thoughts. Lutescent optics took in all the land had to offer as they moved. The way the light filtered through the forest canopy made Crowley feel like he was in some Romantic literary work, or he had stepped into a Romantic painting. There had been many times where he had witnessed nature like the Romantics had, and now just happened to be one of those times.
Finally they had reached their intended destination. The stag lifted his crown and made a very intent study of the scenery so he could remember this place. It was vaguely familiar to him, but yet so unfamiliar. Perhaps he had been here sometime ago and had just forgotten what it, and where, it was. He now turned his focal point to the mare who was slightly ahead of him as she began to speak. "Its very beautiful here." he commented. "I think I may have been here before, just passing by most likely, some years ago. It all seems vaguely familiar to me. I cannot be sure on that though. I have been to so many places that a few may have looked very similar to this one. Nevertheless, I thank you for bringing me here. It is certainly nice to see that beautiful things still exist during all this turmoil on the island."
Crowley pushed forth, walking up to the water's edge. He peered down into the slight ripple from the little current that kept this place from becoming a breeding ground for all sorts of nasty things. The water was very clear; clean and crisp looking. It was very inviting by the way it appeared to be; not frigid and looked as if it would quench someone's thirst. The black let out a sigh and proceeded to step into the water up to his knees as he bent his head down to take a small, disinterested drink.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 13, 2011 11:57:53 GMT -5
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The indolent underpinning that emitted from the innermost surrounding channels as the mixed mare trained her eyes to the Reaper, mind ticking with methodic succession of what conversational bittings for them to grace the surroundings with. Watching the heavens above for a moment, she thought quietly upon his words, wondering how many equines happened upon a place, left it, then never had a thought of it again. His thanks was little deserved, for she had merely trekked through the same woods as he without difficulty nor strive. The last words, however, allowed a smile to grace her features. Yes, beautiful places had been rare enough in the lengthy times of peace, but in this atmosphere, they seemed to have all but vanished completely.
'It seems as if places such as these are becoming fewer, as if being reclaimed by the elements, though that in itself seems a bit far-fetched. It's a wonder they do not swallow up the scared forms of equines already seeking refuge, though I dare say it might taint their natures. However, all of this set aside for the moment, do forgive me for my lack of comment on our previous discussion. It was a matter of dense woods, and I scarcely wished to waste my breath. Now, if you may listen, all I have to say is that I am quite glad you find my company to your liking, but it is rather distressing that the intelligent mind seems to have been swallowed upon the isles. I, in myself, though I may plead redundancy, have noted the decline of minds throughout the years, though I have not be around much in retrospection.'
Nostrils flared slightly as Lucy metaphorically bit down upon her tongue to keep herself from the spouting of more, for it was time to allow the stag her opposite the pleasures of speaking without a torrent of words bombarding him. It was something interesting enough, or so she in herself thought, that their conversations usually led to the dull-witted natures of the equines surrounding them. Yes, quite the wonder, for was it indeed, based upon truthful observation or biased fact? That was something for the beholder, she supposed, though one such as Crowley must have bore witness to quite the shifting if she thought correctly, though in a wonder, maybe his finding to bear forth new light, as they previously had, upon a subject she found herself mulling over.
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Post by Vel on Feb 14, 2011 18:47:08 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley lifted his head from the water as Lucy began to speak to him. A small smirk danced upon his lips as she continued on and on. This was the most he had heard her speak at one time for the several hours that he had known her for. It was almost nice to know she was becoming more comfortable around him, and felt that she could ramble. In Crowley's mind she should have figured this out hours ago, for he always rambled, which she had to have obviously noticed from the first time he opened his mouth to speak.
"Stupidity, pigheadedness, a cocky attitude, all of those seem to be more prevalent these days than in the past. Behaviour like that is not discouraged anymore. It used to be. If you were that way, you were looked down on, scorned. It really is a sad thing to see society deteriorate this way. Even now, with the younger generation, behaviour like that seems to be encouraged, even admired. Things like that should never be considered 'admirable'. Whatever happened to the wonderful sense of propriety that used to govern everyone? The standards are so low. Riff raff are now put in the spotlight. Its just a wild guess but I do not think this will change for years, if ever."
There he went again, rambling. Lucy was used to it by now, and if she wasn't, then she had not caught on his his personality yet. The stag pawed the water, causing it splash onto his sleek coat before backing out and giving a quick shake to rid himself of the water. He turned his head towards Lucy with an expectant look on his face as if he was waiting for her to do something.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 14, 2011 19:11:53 GMT -5
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The audacious and aporetic conspicuity that coruscated across a surface of her eagerly awaiting orbs was apprehended in the cool pools of water. Amongst the ripples summoned ardantely by exhaling breath, a smile collected across her features. Muscles yawned as the rambles concluded, marking an end to the scenic babbles that churned in her own skull at the definition of his own cynical natures. Fair enough, as it was, though Lucy wished to do something along the lines of foolishness, for the Reaper had extracted himself from the waters completely, in seeming hopes to rid himself of the laboring droplets. Eyes slit with mischievous intent as the mixed fea farther dipped herself into the waters, as if to ignore the stallion in her acquaintance with the turn of her back while altogether giving him a reply to the speech he himself had concluded a mere breath-space before the moment following.
'I find it rather tiresome really, for a stallion should be able to retain a dignified as well as gentlemanly manner in the presence of others. However, this is not to say he must be all-around a perfect equine, for that in itself is unachievable, regardless to the heights of social standing nor the times in current or past reign. I, in myself, would rather skirt the brute of today, then bore myself toying with the minds until the halting of activities cease. The focus of this place in itself, has shifted rather roughly, unto the sketchier, as you have so amply put. And though I wish the bar would be raised for future generations, it will more likely than not be pushed lower still to better commandeer the ones being born to those of yesterday. I might be tempted to extend pity, if it weren't their own faults. Pray though, that is simply my thoughts upon the bitterest of subjects, and am hopeful you will indulge me farther upon inquiry.'
Ears flickered slightly as the fea sought out dry land, the trendils of her pelt dripping with liquid as she moved into the sunlight by the side of the awaiting stallion. Peering into his feline orbs, the smile returned to her own as the mare with a hurried nature, turned her gaze from the wonderous pools of his own, glinting, as she shook herself. The rainbow arches of droplets cascaded down upon them both, neither helping her situation, but most likely worsening his. Only now was she fully conscious of how thick her own mane was, nearly luxurious, as a small laugh escaped her throat. 'Oh dear.' She managed to confide, hoping she had not injured his pride in her fun-making, though if she had, it was merely Crowley's loss, for the mare felt more childish than she had in her flowering youth. A smile. Genuine.
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Post by Vel on Feb 16, 2011 18:01:48 GMT -5
Crowley
An amused smile stayed on his face as she spoke. There she was, rattling off again, continuing what he had started. She really had opened up more during these past few hours. What this told Crowley was that she did not like to show her true self until she became acquainted with another first. It told him that she really had more to offer than she had initially let on with her short replies and inquiries. Her guard seemed to drop a bit. This also told him that perhaps she never had much time to speak with others, especially ones of the same level of intelligence. Of course the regular horses would never suffice when one wanted to talk about the deeper matters. If the conversation was about where the best grass was, or who was mates with who, then a regular, non-elemental horse was perfect to converse with.
The stag tilted his head a bit as she muttered an 'oh dear' and gave him a look. What was that about? Her careless poking fun at him? With a small chuckle Crowley said "My dear it will take more than bit of jesting to ruffle my feathers. In fact, I've missed talking, joking, like this. As you have figured out, and as I have told you by now, it has been some time since I found some one like you, pleasant enough to talk to without wanting to bash my head into a wall." The stallion took in a deep breath as an odd scent drifted through the wind. He raised a brow, but shook off whatever it was. There were always strange things floating about in the air that enveloped this island.
"Well Lucy, where shall we venture to next?" he asked. Crowley did not staying in one place for too long, and to him there wasn't much to be offered here if they both had their fill of water and were cooled off enough. If Lucy did not know, Crowley would take them somewhere. Not even he knew where, but they would eventually get there, where ever there was. Half the fun was the adventure, the anticipation of what was to come.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 16, 2011 20:16:17 GMT -5
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The infinitesimal proceedings of anomalous flattery would quite typically be hastily brushed to the side, taken as objectional assailment from the standard practices of the opposite gender. However, the fea was not in the slightest bit inane nor simpleminded, so she knew that Crowley did not merely go handing out compliments to any equine whom flaunted about. These thoughts went disrupted, although, by the testament to the state of loathing to converse with the simple-minded, making Lucy give a subtle sound of laughter as it was declared then, in the next intake of breath, for the retrieval of new scenery. Tail flicked slightly, brushing the ground as the mare tried to gather what she wished to venture upon next. In truth, she had not a wish nor idea of as to where they should head next, but the fea also knew that the Reaper would be able to conjure up a place if she could not herself.
'I must admit I am drawing a blank, something unusual. What about you, any destination tempting?' Her voice was smooth, as usual, though a tad quieter, for she was now taking to observing a gale perched in low upon a branch in her vision. It did not seem quizzical in any way, but drew the emerald orbs like fish to lure as they where torn away to keep from the linger. Settling upon the stallion, the mare came to the enlightenment that he was becoming something close to a familiarity in her life, something forever thought unachievable by any stand-point in her earlier days. Nostrils flared as orbs grazed over his refine features, thinking to herself that he was, indeed, quite handsome, and normally would find many a mare haphazardly flinging themselves at him. Though she also knew that the Reaper breeding took a bit off the edge, something he was most likely grateful.
Once more, she found herself gazing into his feline oculars, wondering upon the nature they held. Mystery that she would never be able to fully pry into, no matter how much time they lingered together. She had never seen such orbs, their color drawing to the point of a fault. Almost as if a trap. Shaking her mane once more, the strands had began to fully dry, turning once more their natural streaking colors rather than blending. Nostrils flared as the wind rustled her coat, tail flicking lazily at the few flies that seemed to not wish to settle upon her pelting. Pray, she wished she had a comment to speak of, but was grateful that the stallion was full of new topics.
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Post by Vel on Feb 17, 2011 19:35:26 GMT -5
Crowley
Feline optics swiftly flicked sideways as the mare asked if he knew where he was going. "In life? No. In the next week? No. Now? No." he answered. "Life is an adventure, why should we predetermine our paths before we set foot on them?" he asked, hoping to open her mind, and mouth, to new words. "I personally think just wandering and see where my own feet take me is exciting. I'm always popping up somewhere I have not been in a long time. Most the time along the way I have time to think, mostly on memories in the past I will never get back. Tell me, do you find wandering boring?"
There was so much that Crowley had to say, not just to Lucy, but to anyone to listen. Even if he didn't like to admit it, he found Lucy to be some of the best company he had the pleasure to converse with on this island. It was almost like her being here and speaking with him reassurred him that he wasn't the only being left on the island with more than two brain cells. She was someone who understood him, someone who would listen.
"Sorry I talk so much." he said, turning his head to her. "I just feel like I keep speaking when you would like to. Just interrupt me. I really talk too much, especially since I haven't talked with another in a while. Most the time I chat with the other animals on this island, especially birds. Or, I will even admit, I talk to myself. And sing. Singing is fun. Not to mention I am pretty good." he continued to rattle off, totally getting off topic again.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 21, 2011 16:49:43 GMT -5
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The insubstantial, nearly superficial definitive consultation uttered by the stallion occupying area nearest to her did much to expand limitations of wised memories. Promulgating such nearsighted ideas was little more than conclusively astounding and irregular. In order to process responses, there was precious few moments to edit or sort the sentences before they gave grace to air with dexterity becoming quite characteristic to her deeply whimsical discussions with Crowley. 'Wandering, by the full extent lent to by definition would suggest either without a fixed plan, or being therefore aimless. Though one might think I have 'wandered', I believe I have not. It is true, that I have moved restlessly about without a fixed plan, but it was never considerably aimless for I knew the extent of where I needed to be heading. My limitations where bound to this forest for the most part, though consequences for leaving where then steep. However, for it seems the two of us are but wandering at the moment, I dare say it is quite enjoyable with the right lead of company, yes.'
Barley a breath-span had passed before the words continued, the torrent altogether something of soothing nature that made Lucy wish to laugh. The Reaper was, in all cases, an interesting and engaging individal who would seem to have a mind with purposeful idleness, though with the tendancy of many a thought. What a wonder, it must be, for one to track the continued pulse of changing thoughts. 'Your speakings are far to refreshing for myself to ever wish to interrupt. Your mind is quite one to observe. One the last note, as well, one day you will have to sing for me, for I fancy such a thing quite much.' A small pretense of smile capture her once more, for it was becoming quite the way of practice held in the reigning enigma of company.
Ear flickered slightly, catching the calls of the birds drifted in and out of the seclusion of trees, making the mare feel more boundless than usual. Tail swished slightly, delicate cranium watching as if in search for a thing of unreachable quality, for the rare beats of rays did little justice. Wandering, yes, it seemed to be something the mixed equine was deprived, nay starved of, for all the years of her life. The stallion beside her had already taught her more than she had learned in most of her collected years, which was what she wanted, yes? The expanse of knowledge...as well as unmatched company.
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Post by Vel on Feb 23, 2011 18:28:30 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley relaxed and let the mare continue on about her previous travels, and what she had thought about spending that time alone. He smirked a bit as she mentioned the company she kept. "Yes, I do find it more enjoyable with someone to talk to. Especially someone who isn't put off by everything I have to say. I have so much to say, as you know very well." he rambled on, mentally scolding himself for continuing to run his damned mouth when he should probably step down and let Lucy talk. After all, it was the polite thing to do. But when was Crowley ever polite? Once in a while yes, but why start now when he really hadn't been too polite to her before?
"Well I'm glad you think so." he said with a wink. "A lot of other equines are not too keen on anything I have to say. Sure, they'll stay for some time, then they get fidgety and decide that they would rather be eating some grass in some desolate place, or hooking up with some horny horse of the opposite sex." Truth was Crowley liked to be alone sometimes. The isolation, the seclusion, it was his friend. A companion who was never too far away. No matter what friends he acquired, for even a short time, the lonely silence was always there, looming over him, beckoning him to come back, which, in the end, Crowley always did.
"Yes, I shall." he mused when Lucy mentioned that he should sing for her sometime. Crowley was not bluffing about this. There were many things he made up on his talks with other horses, just to keep them interested (most of it was gossip they would just gobble up like a ravenous raven), but with Lucy he had not told a tale once. Perhaps it was because she was one of the rare pair of ears who actually wanted to listen to what he had to say and not what they wanted to hear.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 23, 2011 21:21:16 GMT -5
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The encompassing reticulations of unnegligent proprietary accustomed speakings cradled journeying souls as if welcoming in-hostility upon trailing tales. Absorbation to accompanying brief dialog needed far less to churn than most conversationally tasking methods, for the fea was most pleased with this in itself. Patiently, petaled ears snatched up the pronunciations offered with little hesitation to store for adequate response. Reigning smile only continued to depth with the musical voice he harbored, the words not lost but even more rapturous as Lucy merely dained to listen with open mind. So much to say, indeed! She should think so with the years witnessed, nay! The mare would expect nothing less shall disappointment be brought to light. 'I think myself to worry a trifle when you cease to speak, for then I might assume I have but injured the pleasurable consequence of company.' Her own words were not lost, nor stifled, for the movement between paraphrasing was unique in the sense that the Reaper would never allow for himself to whisk off without the mind to what her sentences brought.
'Sometimes I think there might just be something incorrect in the process in which a brain such as mine is wired.' The confession came with the a short, dark laugh, as if in almost feigned embarrassment before the mare continued on in mindful respect for Crowley in case he wished for a word in hindsight. 'Most grasses for substinance are rather tasteless, and sexual encounters for myself are never enjoyable. Such horny equines shall eat their grass as well as reproduce only in contrary to the ones of intellect. Pray, I sometimes think they have but rid themselves of life itself to escape the masses.' A small shake of her dainty head followed suite, in mind to the words of promise to allow for the singing one day. Immediately, the mare felt a trifle guilty for the previous speech, for rather bluntly put, she felt as if she could do better with her words to justify such accusations, however short-lived.
Dipping the extent of her neck to almost bow her head, nostrils distended as mind wandered slightly to another topic, one which she was casually contemplating with all the due respect of her current conversational partner. Ears flickered as the composure of previous stance was once more collected as to allow for the gazing to rarely parting patterns in the canopy. Blinking slightly, the emerald optics strayed to Crowley for a moment as if in deep contemplation. Earnest thoughts not of spring, nor mates, but of the natures of the Death herd upon this isle. It was something of mere passing words, though the mare had learned many a season ago never to trust the first word-of-mouth from the jaws of an average equine. Though as if to bring into a new area of words, she finally gave grace. 'If you shall indulge my interest, what is the rest of you current herd's manner?'
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Post by Vel on Feb 24, 2011 9:03:57 GMT -5
Crowley
Crowley could not help but to chuckle a bit at her words. "Worried when I don't talk?" he repeated. "Well, theres a new one I haven't heard before. You seem to be the only one who ever thought that! Some horses think that somethings wrong with me because I talk so much." he informed her. Well, maybe that wasn't true the more he thought about it. As he thought about it, he realised that in the past others had found something to be off with him if he hadn't been talking. Oh well. He was not talking about the past few years, not his stupid life in the past.
His life in the past. It was something that was always on his mind. At first he had thought that he would not miss it one little bit. After a while he finally realised how much he did. He had dreams about it every night, dreams that continuously plagued him. He wished he could go back. Everyday he found some moment where he wanted to be back there, in his old life, just enjoying it, but no, he had to be stuck here.
"Its not just your brain, I think its everyone's. Everyone on this planet seems to have their minds wired differently. I tend to believe everyone is weird in some way. there is no true definition of 'normal' out there. Everything on this little planet has quirks that could be considered 'weird'." he commented. "I bet you there are others who feel the same out there as you do. In fact, I wouldn't doubt that there are others who feel exactly, if not more passionately, the same thing as you Lucy." Crowley flicked his tail as he felt a few small flies land on his rump. This caused him to flatten his ears a bit. Oh great. Flies had to be the worst thing about the warmer weather. "And I do agree, I bet the do want to escape the realm of the living to get away from all that is considered 'popular' or 'normal'."
A smirk crept up on Crowley's face as the question that tumbled out of Lucy's mouth wound its way into his eager ears. "Truthfully, I could ask myself the same thing." he replied before he decided to elaborate any further. "I don't spend much time there. I was never one to stay rooted in one spot for a length of time. I always have to be doing something, going somewhere. But, to answer your question, they are ... decent. There are not many of them, but the ones that live there are interesting to talk to, but I will admit they get a bit boring after some period of time. Most of them are young. Especially our 'leader' Valdis. All she is a is a five year old, nothing but a child. Her hormones control her. She's just a bag of hot air, ready to explode at any moment. She also has a strange obsession with me. I think its the need to breed." he added the last part with a wink. "I haven't seen any of them for a month or so. I go in to check on them every now and then, since Valdis does a horrible job of running a herd. I have pretty much taken it upon myself to see that things run smoothly."
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