:: He who resists temptation...

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[bg=#FF00CC] The prevalent adumbration seized evanescent equanimity departing with decent upon the features of the mare whom absorbed keenly the last sections of the conversation, ears twitching slightly as an obstruction built into mind. Tempestuously, nostrils flared as the digestion of audios fell upon the arcane natures of collected silence. It was a scrap of indignity for one such as herself to know that the 'leader' of the breed considered, at least in part, to be her own, was being overlooked by a mere filly. Even though she swallowed easily the detail of Crowley being the self-appointed overseer of such a place, it made her tail flick with bitter poison streaking her veins as the fea struggled for the safety of her composure, with the barest hopes to turn the situation in mind back through light-heartedness as easy conversational behanviour depicted. Inhaling easily, she turned emerald orbs sparking with compassion away from the stag to gaze upon the scenery with the pretense of uncaring idlness as mind groped for words needed to be spoken. Silence had been drawing from her part for far to many a second. 'The fact that you have so much to say is such a refreshing thought, in itself. Your experiences are quite the wonder, and there shall be so many neglected to be sough opinion upon by the nearness of obligated time. As for there being the others such as myself, I certainly wish I could seek them out, but I would rather speak to someone whom also has something else to contribute to conversation, such as yourself, for I spend enough time in my own company to know I, too, can be rather dull.' Tail flicked mindlessly, though she noted that the Reaper himself was bringing attraction to more flies than herself. Unconsciously, Lucy moved slightly toward him as if to bring aid to them both, snorting slightly as train-of-thought immediately jumbled the thought upon her next topic. 'That is quite bothersome to me, a herd being run by a child, especially a hormonal mare. Whether or not it is under your watch, such a thing toys with thoughts. Though the obsession part is quite easy to see, as well as understand, if you shall take the time to think as one such as her. I hate to make preassumed judgments, of course, for it is not as if I myself have met any of them, least her. For the fact of my better judgment, I dare say I shall keep it that way, least either her or I have a run.' The extent of petaled ears swiveled softly back, as cranium raised to bask upon the rare glaring rays of sun, another quiet snort exhaling as ribs moved in time with muscles under coat. Though the definition of easy bitterness in her own tone drew her slightly back, for the vacancy of usual expression was normal, nay natural, to one such as herself. Certainly, though, Crowley would have to make the venture back to look upon things, for his time with her was already stretching quite long. This made her pang with the ache of momentarily lonliness, before she strictly reminded herself that the pleasurable extent of his company must run out at length sometime in the future, not a matter of how much she wished otherwise. Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[Vel]

Crowley

Feline-like optics scanned the scenery as the pair walked along the forest floor. Crowley intently took in every word, even if it did not look like he was focusing on her. His visual attention was currently on two young rabbits playing a game of chase. His auditory attention was always on the conversational partner, which in this case was Lucy. He was glad that she didn't hinder her speech because of his distraction. Perhaps she could tell he was listening. Other horses had been offended by how his eyes would wander somewhere other than them if they were speaking. Crowley had tried to explain he listened, but he was never believed. Plus it was another excuse to get away from him.

"Lucy, if you ever met Valdis, I think you would want to kick her pretty little face in." the stallion said with a laugh. He felt that way sometimes. That mare was just... aggravating. Sure she was fun to talk to, especially since she got so worked up over everything Crowley said. It had become part of his interesting entertainment. "But, if you're ever looking for some fun, come and join me. We'll go have a chat with her." As Crowley spoke, a devious smirk played on his lips. Now that would be funny. He knew full well that she would freak out, especially because Crowley was with another mare. He could never understand why Valdis thought that she owned him. It was quite entertaining when she tried to tell him what to do, who to talk with, and when to do it.

"I just wish she wasn't so infatuated with me. I swear she tries to change herself so I will fall in love with her or something stupid like that." he continued, looking at Lucy this time. "She just doesn't understand. She thinks she's in love with me. I know better. She is just lusting after me. I bet she does that to any other stallion she meets as well. I am convinced that equines, especially our kind, do not know what love is. Yes, there is love, just look around at those happy families, but for some reason, to me, equines can not, and have not, experienced a real, passionate love. Most of it is just lust, the need for companionship, the need to pass on their genes, as well as the fear of being alone."

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[bg=#FF00CC] The commodious allegory promulgated to enunciate cleverly savvy words expressed into rousing atmosphere aggregated interest in the erudite mare. Displaying the ostentation of a nearness to collected indifference, the emerald optic fea bestowed the accordance of her attentiveness upon the male straying so dutifully by her own broadened side. Muscles twitched slightly upon her velveteen maw as Crowley gave annoucment, near declaration, of violent tendency toward the lead Valdis. To immediate reaction, Lucy's ears flickered back in slight wonderment, dipping cranium slightly to give righteousness thought for momentary advisement. The mixed equine found herself all too slightly embarrassed by the arrant way the Reaper had of speaking about his 'lead', not a matter of how true such a thing in all honesty most likely was. Turning her oculars to the scenery, she did not dain to quit her ear upon subject manner, absorbing the audios with as much care as dedicated deciphering of each word of natures. 'Love is quite the tentative matter, that all of us can be sure. Lusting is often, indeed, mistaken for such a declaring of passion, but I dare say love itself is not to be experienced without direct the cause for a definition. The level of regard most hold the emotion in is, indeed, unobtainable as well as without the objective of feeling. Love might exist to some, that is certain, but even it has limitations. It is true that equines are for fear of being alone, I have bore witness to that over the years myself, the idle cost of companionship lost upon those who do not fully understand it. Love, in itself, as well as to the application, died out for our species the moment the need for breeding came into effect, if you do not mind the boldness. Acts of passion are greatly mistaken if occurred, for unconditional is how love is supposed to be. I agree, although, that love in itself, in most cases, is misinformed lusting for the other sex. I do wish to leave myself with hope, however, that one day love, truest in form, may appear to one, thoug that is a wish lost with the spouting of conceived fairytales. Myths, as love will one day be. I, certainly, have no experienced such a strong emotion or feeling...' Facial features twitched with almost transparent constriction, allowing Lucy to glance once more at the stallion with something short of arcane wondering. What, then, could be taken as love for a species so lost in the terms? Had Crowley, as himself, ever been one as subject to such a thing as the present topic yielded? Petaled ears flickered back once more as the sparked sadness of her orbs reached the rare glance of heavens peeking out from the entanglement of trees. Should she feel the destiny of lonliness to the fact that herself shall never be graced with the tempting wonders of such a thing as love? Nay, the trivial emotions she felt already were trailing enough, especially those she could not but sort through the ones already playing upon her conscious. Did the mare feel a fondness for the stag by her side? What did she feel towards him if she could hardly be the one to understand the simplest things. It was nearly concerning, most so in the actual pretense of reformed reality. Lucy found herself wondering, staring at the expanse of ground below. Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[Vel]

Crowley

Lucy was always a pleasure to listen to when she spoke. Crowley raised his brow in amusement as she kept on talking. It seemed like she became more and more talkative, having more things to contribute, after each thing Crowley would go on about. He had always been skilled at getting who ever he wanted to talk. At leas this time it was for the benefit of being with someone for a few hours and not for his own intentions as that case normally happened to be. Back in the day he had been quite the skilled man at getting what he wanted, when he wanted, in any way that he saw fit for the situation. Sadly, those days had since passed and would never come around again.

"I truly hope that one day you do experience such a thing." Crowley said sincerely to the mare. "It is such a joy, but you have to hold onto it and cherish it while you have it. Don't let it out of your grasp or take it for granted. Enjoy the time you have." he offered to her. Crowley himself had done exactly the opposite of what he had told the colourful mare. He dearly hoped she would take his words and carry them with her through the rest of her long life. Time was something that his breed had a lot of and other horses did not. If she were to find love with another, she would only have a short span of time to make it worth while.

"I have personally experienced such a thing. I beg to to listen to my advice, for I should have listened to myself long ago. Time is short, especially for others. I have been around for ages and I have only experienced a genuine love once in all my years on this earth. I was foolish, thinking that what I had would last. For me, er, our kind, time is just a concept, its nothing real we think about, since we don't need to. I've looked the same for years and years, never changing. I never noticed how much time could affect me until I lost something dear to me."

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[bg=#FF00CC] The prefabrication of subordinate despondency contriturated with crushing dependency downward on the ostensibly fragile mare. Imperceptibly, with exemplified expression, delicate cranium raised to grant optical sight to the Reaper, hued oculars changing with tangible feeling as the stallion gave expression to the practical thoughts undeniably pooling in his competent head. Lucy indulged herself very little in the whimsical trains of thought that consistently plagued her, for indeed they had sparingly minimal to offer for such ways of conversing. Crowley had bore witness to the fruits of love, but had allowed himself to take such splendors for granted, though the mare herself thought the mere factual depth he, in retrospection, studied the vices committed, cherished them all the more in memory. True, none could ever relive the past, no matter how much one wished for such a thing, but he had, indeed, experiences something of arcane nature that none else could relive, nor recreate. One of a kind, in truth. The advise given did little to sate the thought that she herself would never hold such a dear thing, for in general terms, she could not but stand almost all the members of the opposite sex. Have, hope though, for one day, nay how many years, you just might witness it. 'Not a truth to practical speech uttered by a foolish tongue, but you have lost nothing. The time you take to bring justice to what you have witnessed is something that shall always bring forth the truth in the feeling you yourself have felt, so the ones you have loved may no longer be astride, but the emotion connected is not lost, but suspended. Time gives little grace to those of our kind, in truth, for it is us who must struggle with the things other equines happily do without. Immortality, in a sense, is something a kind of plague, though I pray yourself may be rid of it one day. All of us, even those who are too young to realize it, are but slaves to life without meaning. Crowley, you have experienced something that no other has, and I pray you hold onto the memory, for I know it is not as fleeting as the others. One day, this moment shall be just another memory for the both of us, but I indulge you remember the days you where happiest. As for myself, until the future gives me grace, these collected moments shall be my cherished sort.' Lucy felt not in the sense of practical wished for the speaking justified to have finished from the maw so smoothly uttered. As if the wind where the chimes, bells atoll in the canopy above, though the mare felt oddly cold. A question, nay, so many useless questions hanging over her head, as if illusionary clouds blinding her with bubbling feelings toxically melting away in her stomache. The fea felt her insides begin to crumble, though such a thing was all in the pretense of mind, not body nor spirit. It would seem, at least to the expectant eye, that herself really had nothing to live for, especially contining with purposeless dealings as she had been an agent of death. Pushing all of this aside was not easy, especially since mind plucked away at a single thought. Vocals ached to voice it, though she was growing uneased with the natures of her own speech. 'Shall you think to ever see such love again?' Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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Crowley

He may have gained wonderful insight to the mind and its working, to life and love, but she was wrong. He did lose. It was like a part of him had died. He had been so different back then, in mind and appearance. She would never have recognised him back then. Personality wise, maybe just a bit. In his younger days Crowley had been much more mischievous an, surprisingly, had a very small glint of evil in his eyes. This now made the stallion wonder how life would have been if he had met Lucy then. If she was alive and in the area he was that is. He was much, much older than her. His quick brain had figured she wasn't even thought of yet when he had his old life.

Immortality was a funny thing. Some strove to be immortal. They searched for ways to prolong their lives for years, wasting their lives away in a search for something that would improve their longevity. It was almost an oxymoron the more Crowley thought about it. Then there were horses like him, ones who had been around for years and years and years. Honestly, he wouldn't mind saying hello to Death. In fact it would be a meeting he had been wanting to experience for the past several years. He had been here too long, on this earth. Everything bored him now. There was no reason to be here. By looking at him and talking to him one would never ever know that was how he truly felt about the matter.

Crowley pulled himself out of his own mind as Lucy directed a question at him. It took him a moment before he finally answered her. "I don't know to be honest with you Lucy." he finally answered her. "I tend to think something like that is a once in a life time event. Yes, I may possibly find love again, but I don't think anything as strong as that. But what do I know? Fate has a funny way of rolling the dice. Sometimes a person gets lucky, and sometimes they get the short end of everything. I do not think I am one or the other, just in between, so I don't see why I would two chances like that." he informed her. "What about you, do you think you will ever find something special like that?"

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[bg=#FF00CC] The inexpectation of beseeching implications of incarnated taciturnity salaamed the mare as inquiry condensed to prey upon her with guiltless cruelty. There shall be not shrouded cloaking of honest time for herself to completely grasp ideal circumstance for one to be posed with such a ushering ailment. An advertment of immediate non-contact, blankness of lost expression though there was not a truth of flashing images. The question, in itself, could not be taken as a trailing wish for mind to wrap around, but instead the fruitless spawn of cornered truthfulness, though she herself knew this was not an illusionary trap. Exhale never came, for the holding of ones breath commonly frozen as the gears of shifted mind made the refusal to thaw. Uncommandable for Lucy knew there was nothing for the fea to think about, the core of being shouting the answer, but whispering all the same, rage as well as churning emotion ignored for the pent-up cages far too long, as if a riot to stop the hiding. Yet, not an expression could excapse as the fragments began to fall. There were no tears, for such a thing was lost to a heart unknowing of compassionate inhale, ignorant of warmth to companionship, clipping wings by personal experience. It was as if to break one's own bones to keep them from being broken by another whom could cause more pain. There was no pain, yet it was the air of the situational words that did come that gave them meaning, wordless sentence spoken even though no pronunciation was ever uttered. Silence, greeting the dawn as finally audios, however soft. 'No.' Yet the simplest of forms could shatter as the word fell upon her own ears, never a recall of hearing it, a loss for optimism, as if the statement of a bland fact. All would like to think there was something out there meant only for them, a casanova prancing in their future, but the mixed fea knew there was not a hope in the world for such idle fantasies. There was no proof for either argument. Heaviness pressed against her being, for the depressing natures dare not scrap her flesh, but merely taunted by dancing near heels. Not a stirring, void safe for the walking motion that she managed to expectantly follow, hear dropping as if there was such a thing beating in her chest. Words, did they really mean anything? Truth, life in itself had very little meaning, such whimiscal wonders that she had seem made the throat constrict. The world was indeed made of lies, blood, ignorance, and stupidity. Maybe the time had come for the mare to start drowning in it, for no longer did she feel afloat. What about Crowley? How did he expect to live the rest of his endless eternity. Pray he found something just shy of happiness, for bordeom shall forever ring. All the guiltless of care.

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Muse: ...Rocky..
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Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[Vel]

Crowley

A single word answer, a change her her expression and previously gay aura. He had struck something in her. He figured that this was a very touchy subject matter with her. It used to be with him, then it turned into a joke, and now it was just something he had knowledge about. It was funny how time and hurt went along so well with each other. This was one of those rare times when Crowley realised how time could influence his life, his very being. Before he had thought it was just the way his mind worked, going in cycles. It was soon enough that he realised only time healed old wounds.

"I tend to believe that we all, every being on the planet, has a chance to feel and experience some wonderful bond, love or something close enough to be called so." he went on, turning his head to face the multi-coloured mare. "I think there is a point of time, or even a few, in our lives where opportunities to find love are presented to us. They may not be apparent from the start, but eventually its presence is known. We either seize those opportunities unwittingly or pass them by. I think that whether we take them or not is what determines what we find in life."

He hope that what he had offered made some sense. Crowley never thought things over before he spoke, and this, especially, was one of those times. He had always been like that; rather just get it out there than think every little word over carefully. He did not care if things did not makes sense, or they came off as rude. It was who he was. Some liked him for it, others did not. Either way, his advice always seemed to stick with them.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The imperative vitality catechized from incommensuratable intimations encapsulated themselves through the bitterly opposing sinew that composed her very being. Brief but everlasting indulgence of silent deluge chorused through the mind as cheerfully jovial demeanor was sought for the grasping. The plunking of harp that embodied all herself was frayed with heartless butchering of play, sending only the ringing shrieks in conscious, for cold, the claws extending, reached farther through her inner cavity with merciless shivers racking being. Thoughts were incomprehensible, jumbled offering of nonsensical methods that farther sought to depress the mare, whom was shell-shocked from absorbing his words. At first, as if to seek herself out, Lucy responded with the shake of her delicate ear, ears flickering back as chin raised, denouncing the intent of saying more, conveying more, though little preparing for something short of enlightened speech, for she knew Crowley must feel the hardened truth of disappointment. It has been said that the audience of pleasurable company shall one day outstay its want, and that was a more than trivial quotations. The mixed equine stilled herself, allowing the pronunciations to grace. 'Pray, I do hope you are correct in this matter, for these days have been the only not hanging with loneliness. Over your wisdom I shall take more than most, and I thank you for that. You have taken far more time than traditionally needed to explain the knowledge you possess with great care, and forgive me if I seem ungrateful. You know so much more than I, and even if I don't understand it all, doubtless I shall be left to ponder.' Something was pressing inside her, choking the air from the pressure of lungs, the moving in front as she dipped her head in respects. Humility was something hard learned, but a feeling was coating her insides. Slightly, the mare suffocated in response, an aching as these farewells were made, burning her eyes as she turned to the stallion. Pressing behind her oculars as a rushing gasp, though broken, came from her throat. Blinking, she realized something with startlement as warmth showered her face. Tears. Lucy had never been the emotional sort, especially in the presence of another, and she found herself shocked, as well as angry at herself. Though the only reaction to the fact was a rigidness of stance, ceasing of motion, orbs widened as if frozen. Then, the stance melted, tears still streaking as the face broke into the almost seemingly easy pretense of smile. Arcane in natures as she all but exhaled, emerald orbs fixed upon the Reaper before her as she drowned in the emotion building. A sentence fit the supression, a tidal force, she was withholding inside herself, and as if in final ending, the mare gave a little laugh, bowing her head in graceful arch. 'The world confuses me at times, though I dare say I know very little of it. I am so ignorant of a great many things. Thank you. Please know that I mean it and I am very glad to have met you. In a way, you have given me purpose once more. I am grateful. I would say farewell, but I do not think this is the end, Crowley. In fact...I do believe this has just begun.' Lucy smiled with slight mischief, light flickering behind her emerald optics as the grin widened slightly as the mare turned, away from the way they had come. Tail flickering, she did not look back, but the premenant imagine of himself was branded behind her lids. Lucy choked down another aching sob, though she did not know why she was tearful. Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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