|| Preach all you want...!

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[bg=#FF00CC] The veridicality preponderated with innate descent with reveries of hextoring transparent introspections. Optics loitered languidly upon inanimate carcasses, which were strewn about without an air of guiltless abandon, hinting toward textile natures of the hospitible indigenous. It was farther myriad that her trod was testamented in correct directions, through the murderous arid landscape, the aura not exceptionally pleasure, though the terrain was not why, indeed, the mare was taking care to pass. As the sun shall rise once more, days stretching past, restlessness beckoned her forth to seek out the Reaper Crowley, for it was under assumption she had left her final piece with the stallion, torn with incomplete tendency without such a thing. Howbeit, in the mind's fairest expression of eye, making haste was of little interest, for dare she be thought incompetant. In such a way as this, Lucy had no desire to linger upon these lands for longer than necissity labored, for it was not her homeland. The fea did not have such a thing, for binding ones self to a single arrant location was foolish at best. Raising her cranium slightly, the delicate arch of nostrils flared, filtering past the scent of putrifying flesh with whimsical happenings of equine origin. With deliberate strokes of lenghty stilts, though her size was not substantial, the mare completed predetermined route through darkened wood, finding the stance in grassland, or meadow. Emerald orbs swept across its surface as she stillingly halted at the edge, without expression to abide vacation of features. Delicate petals twitched, swiveled to snap all audios, but eventually the mixed fea brought stride forth. There was little use for calling, the annoucing of ones own presence far too taxing in the long-run, least she meet with the younger Reapers whom would inevitably escort her to the lead. Valdis. Yes, that is the name branded upon the mind, ringing hollowly in the channels of her ears with no meaning outside itself. The heavens churned before her as orbs swept across them, with no pretense of caring as the mare once more stepped around decomposing corpse, not giving it a second glance. Freedom, to herself, was quite limited in its own extent, for the borders of this island was her cage, destined to lock her inward with the turmoil. Mane was blown, long strands teasing her features as forelock threatened to obsure her vision, blocking some of her vivid markings that sun gave grace to. Certainly, Crowley was in these lands, for the natures of the things he had passed on by audio, least he be without falsehood. Despite anything warrant of minimal concern, Lucy moved with assurance in stride, but with a sense of directional purpose, with little regard to the surroundings as she was only searching for a single individual. She was uncaring of the weather, terrain, creatures, as well as the general spender of the scenery, though a curiousity had been risen inside her the moment she stepped across the border. So many of her kind called this place home, but she did not. This was little more than a passing gesture. Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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And maybe, when you get back,

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Yellowed optics watched the intruding mare with little interest in wanting to go and meet her, let alone talk to the femme. Valdis snarled viciously, battling an inner battle whether or not to just walk away or go up close to the thing. Nostrils quivered as she cautiously stepped forward, ears alert upon her crown, listening vividly. A couple more steps, the lithe female made her way, which was a sure gesture that Valdis was going out of her way to go as slow as possible.

In her long absence from all equines, the petite creature had nearly forgotten how to interact with another being of her species; living mainly aloof from all contact unless to catch prey. The absence from Crowley had reshaped the femme's personality, becoming less talkative and more untrustworthy of any soul to crawl pathetically across this Earth. Why has she returned when Crowley was doing a fine job of leading their species? Better than her? The mare herself hadn't a clue; let alone an explanation to why she was drawn back to this place. Valdis could not help but to follow her inner core and to come back, only to keep away from everyone she once knew.

"Hello." The Reaper murmured, blinking yellow eyes slowly. Head cocking to the left slowly, she observed the small mare closely. Speaking not another word, Valdis squinted slightly, lips forming a straight line, giving a flick to her multi-colored whip.

finished because I can't find anymore muse for her.

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I'll be off to find another way

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Lyrics ! I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance
Muse ! I freakin love her.
Other ! She reminds me a creepy barn owl.
Speech ! bf00ff

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[Vel]

Crowley

The ebony stallion had decided that today would be a good day to come and check on his self proclaimed herd. He had last checked in on the group a couple weeks ago and they had been happy as clams then, so why should it be any different now? The other Reapers and Grims seemed to be very easy to please. They were all so young and had not yet seen how boring their current living style actually was. They were just as content staying here, at their home, grazing all day just like very other horse on this island. They would soon find out what life was really like once they lived through decades of the same thing day in and day out.

As Crowley moved through the trees he closed his eyes and began humming to himself. He knew his way around these lands like the back of his hand. Er, hoof. If there was so much as a rock out of place he would recognise it. One might think he could be fooled since he did not come here often. He had been here on so many occasion (not to mention he had a photographic memory) that he was able to tell even the slightest of changes.

One of those changes was made apparent very quickly as the breeze carried not one, but two new scents to him. Both were so familiar, but did not seem to belong here. Valdis and Lucy. Interesting. Crowley opened up his feline-like optics and broke into a trot. This was going to be interesting. His gait only slowed when he came upon the two mares who were facing one another. Instead of going out to meet them, Crowley hung back in the shadows, lounging around like a lazy cat as he watched the scene before him. One of them would notice him soon enough.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The cogitation succored aegis lent complaisantly to proceed impervious indifference toward the equine whom acquainted themselves before the mare with such minimal extent of arrant civility to bask upon the wonderless charity of an preassigned agenda. Without lending through the ways of excessive magniloquent behavior, the mare herself drew into tightly managed stance, examining with keenly focused distraction the other that but said a single word, the tone enough to signify much toward her personality as well as own lining of need. Taking the issue of care to not but overlook all description, it was of little wonder that almost in immediate follow of entering such conversion Lucy made the connection of identity to Valdis. There was no feigning of ignorant shows of respect, for that was a falsehood that did not fall under the needs of one such as herself, though it was almost lavishly excercised that herself shall feel the gaze of another. Unbiasedly, the mixed fea returned the gaze, emerald orbs churning slightly to gaze. There was youth in the other, just as Crowley had said himself. Languidly, yet shedding of labor, Lucy raised her delicate cranium to the wind, for a scent lingered there familiar to the mare in the ways of memory against matter, the gaze taking the easy to shift to the embrace of cloaking shadow that held the object of her taken exploration through this land. Yes, she had been correct in her assumption that he would be here, and for the moment she contented herself with the pleasure of reexposure to one whom she felt the obligation to seek out. Within a manner of carefully collected moment, though, Lucy chose to shift the extent of her focus casually back to the lead in front of her, the mare so lacking of days in comparison. 'Greetings.' There was a slight craning of head, though it was hardly in considering a bow of sorts, as the mare looked toward the Reaper before her with the feign of little interest, though intent upon learning all she could grasp about the mare, deniable to chose ignorance toward the things the other had given about her. This was a chance, or something of such sort, to make conclusion based on what she observed. There was no sense of pride for herself in the stance she held, merely a stance taken in expectation of words to exchange, open to conversation though the mare Valdis seemed to be somewhat lacking in the things she uttered, another careful thing to be taken in consideration without the flaring of temperament. Now that the stag was in the area, though, there might be a shifting of expectation though Lucy shrugged off his presence, for she was otherwise engaged even if that was not her true wishing for intent. The features set out before her did little to conquer or inhibit any interest, for the shell of something, though might be distracting, never was something to base clever judgments upon. Another beat with the silence ringing in her ears, though the familiar sound was not unwanted in the strange place she had but wandered into without care. Shall needed, the fea was certain she had the ability to take care of herself, for the fostering of elemental taste was something of perfection that time may lend to make. Time was a deceptive thing, though when favoring one it gave all the gifts it may. Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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Cause I know you're not there!

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Silently, the small, ungodly creature observed the halfbreed, yellow eyes cold and unbearably ruthless. Tail twitching furiously, maw twitching to become a malicious smirk, eyes flashing with blood lust.

A presence, the feeling, the eerie feeling of being watched, ears drew backwards against her skull, yellow eyes drawing to the corners of her eyes. This presence she was all too familiar with. It was the one she loved, Valdis sensed his presence nearby. This stallion showed no interest of love in return, yet the damned creature's feelings stayed. It was always stomach flips and butterflies when she would catch a glimpse of him.

The mare couldn't help it to the least that she loved that reaper, let alone stop. But she knew he didn't feel anything but slight annoyance and as if he was babysitting her. And in reality, he pretty much was. The mare was not at all experienced to run this herd, let alone rebuild the empire of their breed. Why didn't she just give up? Valdis didn't have the slightest clue why herself. A force, a small force inside of her pulled her to him, like a will of God. But Valdis, being tied to the devil, wasn't at all associated with God. The creature was damned, she wasn't on good terms with God at all. Why did she keep on thinking that God was somehow associated with his, that he was tying her down to Crowley?

Valdis wished so badly she could rip free of her love for that stallion, but her heart ached for him. She wanted to taste his blood, feel his touch on her pelt. God how she hated herself for this! Why couldn't she get rid of this?!

"Hello." Flat and cold, she addressed him quietly. Ears flicked as she blinked wide, cold, ruthless yellow eyes, whipcord beginning to calm down somewhat.

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And I know that you don't care!

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Lyrics ! Home by Three Days Grace
Muse ! Could have been better
Other ! Lord she reminds me of Harry Potter
Speech ! bf00ff

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[Vel]

Crowley straughtened his bodice and moved forward, laeving his previous lounging spot behind. He had been spotted by both mares and had no other choice but to greet them. A smile crept up on his face as his feline-like optics danced between the two very different mares. "Grettings ladies." he said with abow of his head. "Lucy! What a wonderful surprise, finally made your way over here I see." he continued as he sauntered closer to them. "And Valdis, you've returned!" he exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm tainting his words. "I was beginning to worry that you had disappeared for good. I'm glad to see that you thought the herd was an important thing to return to. Well whats left of the herd that is."

The Reaper had started to think that Valdis either A) forgot about the herd, B) did not care about the herd, or C) died. Or perhaps it had been a combination of the three. Luckily death did not make a visit to Valdis yet. The small herd that Valdis had previously maintined (if she could even call it that) was still intact. When the mare had vanished they turned to Crowley for even more guidance. He had shrugged and told them to do as they pleased since that was what they had been doing all along. Most of the Grims and Reapers in the herd were lazy and did not know how to control their powers very well so they tended not to bother. The stallion had come back to the herd every few weeks from his wandering to make sure that everyone was still in once peace and no one had died.

Then there was Lucy, the interesting half-breed that Crowley had met several weeks prior to this date. They had engaged in interesting conversation and then parted ways saying their short good byes. Crowley had invited Lucy to come visit the herd lands if she ever felt like it, thinking that she would not take him up on that offer. She was a free spirit just like he was, a sould born to wander and observe, not to be constrained and ordered around. Then again Crowley had 'joined' the herd (which really meant he waltzed in and had to set the order straight to the breed would thrive under Valdis) and he never remained. It was just nice to know that he had a place he could come to for a safe few days rest. That was all. Otherwise, the rest of the isand was his home to explore.

"Oh how rude of me, Valdis, this is Lucy. Lucy, this is Valdis who I'm pretty sure I've told you about before." he said with a grin. If he had been human his hands probably would have been clasped behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his feet. But, since he was not a human, nor would he ever be, he just stood with his head slightly tilted and a goofy smile plastered on his ebony maw as his tail swayed to and fro. He could tell Valdis seemed either annoyed or uneasy about this mare and himself so he just had to seize the opportunity to take advantage of her seemingly foul mood.

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[bg=#FF00CC] Though the feigning of indifference was a practice maladjusted to suite something so medieval a circumstance, the fea was rather more than inclined to shift the attentions pressured upon by present company to the one whom she had sought. The stallion Crowley was just as Lucy chose to hold him in her memory, the shimmering ebony of his pelt drawing just as it was several weeks prior to this meeting. However, with the onlook of the youth Valdis pressuring her with those spiteful orbs, the checking of the stag was brief and resigned to indifference, as though a mere passing glance. Petaled ears swiveled forth, pricking slightly to catch the cold hissing of air released from the maw of the mare towards the other Reaper in greeting, the malice from her former examination of Lucy leaking into the tone. The mixed fea observed the contemplation flash so briefly behind those yellow eyes, the pain etched deeper than hatred around the glowing iris, before turning her attention to the stallion, who was emanating a pleased aura. It was more than a trifle easy to tell there was a self-assurance in his step as he delicately picked his way over, maintaining the smooth rocking of his normal gait. Lucy absorbed the broadening of his smile with a hint of interest, the light of his sparking feline orbs as he addressed the pair of them. Her nostrils flared, catching the smoldering scent of decay, tail making a graceful arch in the air as she flicked it absently, listening to the words with as much attention as she usually gave the stallion, regardless of the present company. The mare graced herself with the pleasure of scrutinizing each pronunciation that left Crowley's smirking maw, latching onto the fleeting glimpses of witted sarcasm that he always seemed to produce. This male parading himself was altered from the one she had spent time with, but it was the same Reaper nonetheless. One could not easily let themselves forget the flames of wisdom as well as bitterless humor, the aura of another so assured of their position in the world. Lucy digested his words, drowning briefly as he so easily subjected himself to the use of her name once more, a needless introduction that would no doubt kindle the flames of bad temperament. The upturn of his maw, the gentle spreading of captured lips, gave hinting for the cue. As though to take the unspoken wishes, the multicolored fea turned her emerald orbs to Valdis, inclining her head upward as though to give better gaze, her delicate cranium rising on the command. She inhaled once more, nostrils dilating as the world seemed to ashen for the moment. "My greetings once more, Valdis. I have, indeed, heard quite a trifle about you." Her tone was spoken in the nature of low, mistaken for a purring smoothness as she regarded the mare with more than the usual tinging of interest, the chords the connected this youth to the roles of leadership. The meeting of these three was becoming more than a tad tense, especially since the stallion had taken the time to join them. Lucy watched the shifting of natures between themselves before she subjected herself to thought about what was occurring. <i>The simpliest of things.</i> The long strands of her whipcord took to the air as she flicked it again as though in helpful distraction, wondering if she was one to be ran out of as an unwelcomed guest in this land that could have given dues as her homeland. Her mission here was nearly as simple as the passing chance of interest, the glories of spring still ripe in the air. What was she wishing to accomplish by this feat? Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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Cause I know you're not there!

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The small mare watched Crowley with yellowed eyes, lips twitching with the want to speak, however, the ungodly thing did not utter a word. Cold stare burrowing into him, she stared endlessly, nostrils flaring quietly. An ear turned to the intruding mare as she spoke, her stare never leaving the stallion. Of course the bitch has. Crowley has probably told her all about my pathetic little life. Giving a slight, uncaring and faint nod, tearing her gaze from the black to Lucy, cocking her head like the raven does, eyes narrowing with a slap of her multi-colored whipcord. Ears slowly drew back with growing boredom, lips twitching mindlessly.

What was she to say? What? Return to her old self and begin to curse at the mare like she always had? An ear twitched as she thought this over in her mind. No, she couldn't do that, Crowley would get the best of her anger again. It would be better this way, to not utter a word and merely stare at the mare, to make her feel uncomfortable with her presence here. The reaper didn't like this intruding, new mare, not one bit. Her presence was an utter slap to Valdis's face, a plan made from Crowley's mind to trample on her personal space and to see how far her anger could keep from unleashing into an utter, mindless, blinding rage of fear and anger that the stallion fancied this new mare. But this was the new mare's homelands, she had a right to be here. However, Valdis ruled, or was the rightful Lady of these lands. But she couldn't turn down another of her breed, they were rare these days. Maybe it was best she stepped down and let Crowley rule the throne, she was not experienced nor wise enough to control an empire of their breed. Crowley had been around longer than she had, many, many years more than she had her whole lifetime. Yet, her stubbornness and instincts from her bloodlines would not let her step down to the stallion, she would hold her head high to the stallion, show him that she was not an utterly complete failure.

Growing tired of staring at the mare, she merely uttered a quiet snort with a slap of the whipcord against ebony and creamed hocks, menacing yellowed gaze returning back to the male as she recollected her thoughts about Lucy. The mare was a mudblood! She was ruining the perfection of the breed's bloodlines with her filthy existence! Anger began to boil slowly and lacking any real fury within her body, whipcord began to slap wildly against her hocks, yellow gaze beginning to lock onto the ebony stallion as she merely gave an endless stare, silently daring him to continue with his dry, mocking sarcasm about her. An ear turned to Lucy, continuing to monitor her presence silently. The tension began to thicken, the mare wanted so badly to smirk at the glorified awkward silence she had created in so little time.

The clock began to tick in her mind, endless minutes of staring with cold, ungodly and ruthless yellowed eyes at the stallion without uttering a sound. That was all she intended to do, stay in an utter silence inside her own little creation of a new personality, a new creation due to months of bitter silence spent alone, brooding. The mare had come back completely changed, whether it was good or bad, she had loved her change of personality, learning to control her outbursts of random emotions and endless curse words and mindless fucking random stallions, always killing the forming child before it had a chance to flourish within her small body. Morbid images of lifeless bodies of stallions that she had had sexual relations with just to feed herself, always leaving a little of the carcass for any other mindless equine that managed to stumble upon her kill to be shocked and scarred mentally. Images of starving to ruin any chance of offspring, depriving herself of anything to keep from letting the pathetic little weak life in her to flourish into a half blooded equine. A half blood wouldn't do, not at all.

A pained memory began to resurface on the scattered images of her mind, the memory of abandoning a small foal, resisting the natural instinct to consume it's body, even with the little nutrition it would provide. The foal was a mud blood, half reaper and half of a normal equine's blood lineage, born by pure and utter mindless accident and ignorance. She was young and stupid with her mind in the gutter of motherhood and maternity instinct to keep the foal flourishing just until it was born, hoping and hoping with sheer want that the creature would only be a still born and she wouldn't have to do a dirty deed that would put the blood of young innocence on her hooves. However, the hope was not enough. The foal had sputtered with life soon after it was born, nostrils taking in oxygen for the first time. It was healthy despite the mare barely eating enough to feed herself; her worst nightmare coming to life. The mare had birthed a pure accident, it's presence threatening to ruin her very reputation if the thing survived long enough to tell the tale of it's mother.

The mare had been with an utter lack of response, staring, shocked that the foal was alive. It was a male, the coat a blinding blood bay and white tobiano. She had to admit to herself, the thing was beautiful but it was an abomination! Tears had even welled in the harsh mare's yellowed eyes, threatening to pour over as she pondered on what to do. Finally deciding on just abandoning it and not killing it, hoping somewhere, deep within her rough exterior that another mare would find the foal and raise it to be her own, and never had to bother with the mistake again. The deed was done, she hadn't had to deal with the blood of innocence on her mind, but a guilt formed that she had never rid after years of remorse and regret.

The small mare snapped out of her thoughts, reality flooding back with a vengeance. Her heart was aching with remorse; regret of what she had done when she was merely a young filly. It had affected her life so much, she built her entire life on the mistake, nightmares of the ordeal still ruined her sleep to this day, even though it was four years ago she had abandoned her baby for her own selfish desire to keep her reputation and loyalty to her breed.

Whipcord lay still as she blinked, looking away from the stallion momentarily, caught up in the past. The memory pained her so, she was yearning to cry out her secret to someone, to admit her horrible deed. The guilt she was carrying was eating her alive, her heart was aching for the abomination she had abandoned so long ago.

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Lyrics ! Home by Three Days Grace
Muse ! Holy. fuck. on. a. stick.
Other ! o___o
Speech ! bf00ff

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Indeed, Lucy had heard some about the young 'leader' of this land. In Crowley's eyes Valdis had always been unfit to rule this land. It had been an almost joyous day when the infatuated filly had taken her leave. Crowley did not know how long she was gone. Time did not matter to him anymore. If he so much as thought about time he would become increasingly bored. Time was not his friend. They had parted ways a long time ago. Time was nothing more than an annoying tormentor, a tease. Time played with Crowley's mind. When he thought about time, Crowley realized that he had been on this earth for far too long. When was it his time to go? He wanted out. There were many days where he would not see another living creature, making him believe the world had ended and someone forgot to inform him. Then there were times like these; interesting times. Crowley's definition of 'interesting times' was as follows: a period of one's life when someone experienced strange or exciting events, whether they are in the form of adventure, a series of strange events, or meeting new people horses who could possibly change one's life or even the history of the world. These were interesting times. Crowley had this feeling that when he met Valdis and Lucy that these were two mares who would be a part of something big. That something big was yet to be determined, for Crowley had not yet figured it out.

The stallion's feline-like optics lazily rested on Valdis. Was she going to say anything in return? Instead of returning Lucy's greeting or saying something to Crowley, Valdis just stared. Crowley could not tell if she was staring off into the distance, at Lucy, at himself, or at the pair of them. Her glazed over eyes seemed to be lost in a world all their own. What could a young thing like Valdis have to mull over. It would be less surprising if Lucy had zoned out, but then again that would not be like Lucy to zone out. Crowley could see himself doing it, in fact he had done it quite a few times. If anyone should be wrapped up in memories of the past it should be Crowley. Perhaps he had outgrown the stage of pitying himself and thinking about all the mistakes in his past. Yes, they had happened but Crowley learned how to forget. There were only a couple things that he would not leave alone. A few things were constantly in his mind, popping up at the most random of times. These memories haunted him like a ghost but he never let it show to those around him. There were horses like Valdis who thought life sucked and were stuck reliving their pasts. Move on. That was what Crowley always thought. It was a bit hypocritical since he still had ghosts of his past swarming his mind, but he was going to let them change who he was. That was a fact that he had tried pretty damn hard to uphold.

Crowley glanced at Lucy as her tail cut through the air with a soft swishing sound. Valdis continued to stand there in her silent state. The lead mare's optics quickly found Crowley's as she glared at him. The stallion's brow twisted in confusion. What the hell was that about? He never did anything to that damned girl to receive looks like that. Sure there were others that he deserved those looks from, but not Valdis. If anything she should be thanking him, he helped her understand how naïve she was being. He had taken the liberty to help her learn how to run a herd. Yes she had disappeared for some time, but Crowley figured that she needed that time to herself to figure out how she was going to change things when she returned. She had not been back for long, but Crowley could see a change in her attitude. Valdis had mellowed down. She used to be such a stubborn little hothead. Maybe she finally realized the importance of running a herd such as this one. Even though Crowley was annoyed by the mare, he hoped that she would step up soon and fulfill her duty as leader of this herd. Crowley did enjoy leading himself, but he had been the head of so many things that it just wasn't fun. Too much responsibility anymore. Of course, that was also what Valdis needed help with; learning to be a responsible lead mare. Crowley figured within the next few days Valdis would begin to show her new leadership skills.

There was a wave of silence that had washed over the trio. Lucy's words still lingered in the heavy air like an unwanted pest. The stallion's eyes narrowed at Valdis. This was her doing. Maybe she was still a naïve little mare. She was the bloody leader of the herd! If a horse interested in becoming a member of her herd spoke to her it would only be polite to say something back. What kind of leader remained silent and zoned off when talking to a horse who had shown up to possibly join the ranks of the herd. Crowley would have to work with Valdis again. His faith in her returning with a new personality, ready to step up and be leader she said she was fell. This was no different than when she was last 'ruling' here. Valdis had changed on her time away, Crowley knew that for sure. Hell, he could even see some of the change, but this change was not large enough. This was enough to cause Crowley to momentarily frown at the young mare. Why had she even gone away in the first place if she was not going to change her ways? It did not make any sense. Another question that had plagued Crowley was that of Valdis' leadership rights. Why was she leader of this herd? What qualifications did she even have? Royal blood? Who knows. Crowley couldn't even remember the Reaper and Grim royal family any longer. They had either all died out or their ancestors were not fit to lead. A good leader should not let their subjects die out like this.

“Well,” Crowley began. “Normally horses don't mention this fact, but, I would say that this awkward silence is mostly due to the fact that our female 'leader', and I use the term loosely, has better things to do in her head than try to welcome a promising new member to our herd. So I guess that I will step up to take the initiative to say welcome, Lucy, to our home. What do you think of land so far? Not bad, eh?” The stallion knew this slight arrogance would get to Valdis. Anything to get her to step up and actually do her job. This is why young horses, especially naïve little mares should not lead herds. Look at the other herds who had young, female leaders. Were they thriving? No. Rocas was a herd with a young mare as their leader. Was that herd large? Not in any way, shape, or form. As far as Crowley knew it only had two or three members, no better than this herd. Rocas used to be a thriving land when Fiana ruled. Now the herd was run by Fiana and Torchwood's daughter Char. Crowley had even found out that while Char was the figure head of the herd, her advising and most of the choices she made came from the very capable Phantom, their lead warrior. Crowley had met the mare once and right away he knew she had a sense of determination and pride about her. That mare was strong in mind and body. She was the kind of mare fit to lead a herd, not these incompetent, hormonal little girls.

“Have you had much of a chance to look around yet Lucy?” he asked the mare, still ignoring Valdis. If Valdis was going to ignore them, then why shouldn't she receive the same kind of treatment? “This land, of course, it not one of the most spectacular on the island. If you've seen others around here that is, but it suits our breed I guess. I don't know why the elders picked this post, but hey, who am I to complain? I have a home right?” he continued on. If there was one thing that Crowley was not afraid of, it was belittling others and criticizing things that needed to be. There was an ulterior motive to this little speech as well. He wanted to aggravate Valdis, get her to take pride in her land and herd. If she started saying things like this, he was giving her plenty of opportunities to step up and say something.

Then there was Lucy. She probably thought he was just being a tad arrogant, seeing as his normal personality was a bit so, but right now he was doing it for Valdis. Whether or not Lucy realized that, that was her problem. “Valdis, why don't we show Lucy around? We can tell her where herd meetings and such are. And where the best food sources are as well as introduce her to other herd members. If we have any left that is. I think one might have died. No, wait, I think he wandered away. Eh, I don't know.” Crowley said with a shrug. There. He had said something to make himself look like a bad leader. Was Valdis going to say anything about that? Truth was Crowley didn't even know which horse he was talking about. He just figured that by putting the word 'he' in there, Valdis could use her imagination to make it who ever she fancied. Crowley just hoped that Lucy wasn't going to chastise him for saying such things that made him seem like an unfit leader. Just in case she did, Crowley threw her a look that only said 'it's a plan, just go with it please.' Whether or not Lucy caught the meaning of that one look was entirely up to her perceptiveness.

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[bg=#FF00CC] The wondering of weathered to tethered mind kept that grounded as the mare made little other motion than that which was ripped to sway by the winds so haunting close to her mind. There was the flickering of idle motivation, the perception of defenseless vacancy of thoughts, as though there was neither reason nor expression to the events unfolding as though cogs on a turning wheel before her. Hanging off the little experimental twitchings of the fea Valdis, the fit lead of such a place as this, there was a tick of wondering of pastime, for without the appearance of the other, what would the world offer fate? Such willful spite and so eagerly ignored, flickering of ears as though in neutral contemplation of these so dire of processes. When haunted so by the wraiths of a past one must retain at least the smallest since of an idle composure, something which was lacking on the featureless wonders, making Lucy again turn her maw into the flickering gesture of a smile before allowing it to fall. Crowley was playing the part of the brute rather nicely, something that edged around her mirrored mind with little wonder of sophisticated plots, the plan an unraveled threading with glances so then shared. The cages of their bodies, the lining of their pelts as she continued to decode the raw specks of emotion flittering about in the air as though she could merely catch them on a breath, aware of the changings of mood with the silence of thoughts. When bringing two to part with one, who passes through open doors of humility on the asking call of another, what is the formal address. Another countless remedy for the cause left her slightly vexed, though it was ironed without crease down to the faults when she bestowed her emerald orbs on the stallion. The rawness of wind grazing across the broadness of her bodice, the sweeping of moldering scent, familiarity in its more accustomed state as she watched the slightest of change of screen in his eyes, the catlike pose more than fitting the Reaper. Inspecting of shadows playing on his mane, something lost in the gestures of his own thought. Something then to think about? A moment to span and weave with idle webs, as though thought itself where more of a substance than it let on. How callous to weave the reality with supposed restlessness! As though patience was common place enough for the two. A group, a circle called for meeting of reunion unannoucced. The silence was broken by the breath of the stallion, the words enough to make the mixed fea blink for a moment, as though at a loss though her mind was digesting easily enough. A devil for the words, was it not? Meant to be a pawn in a game between children settled into the bones and irritating the skin. Oh, the fea could lash her tail at such a thing, but remained composure with all the ease of a smile, the elegance as she cast her eyes, the light of her orbs onto the lead for a moment. A game to play part, more so than the wonders we are to lose. Crowley was asking for her aid and her own design, and she was not hesitant in the slightest to oblige. There was no connection yet, not even a thread, between her and the other she wished to defend. It was not the changing of sides, nor tides, but merely a bow to humor, if one could take it as such. 'It would be a pleasure to engage in such a tour,' She let those vibrant eyes rest for a moment with the offering of her words, skimming upon the surface of the other mare before returning to the stallion without faltering, as though it was civility pressuring her instead of the cruel speculation. There was the pull of a curiosity, as though she herself had to measure and then find whatever substance these equines held. Pieces of a puzzle that she had been presented with, the bias judgment and opinions already placed. Would this mare already own up to what Crowley had placed? There was little left to the imagination already with their first greeting, the fleeting gestures of what could be counted as feigned indifference, silence, as well as rash and otherwise consuming darkness. A jealous, was it? Edging and drawing lines into the heart at the appearance of another fea. Older than this, wiser as such? Power was not to be underestimated neither dished out for the undeserving. Did Lucy wish to offer a sneer? Oh, heavens, she would never do such a thing. Another meaning lined into her eyes as she cast at Crowley, ready for the dance to begin and to do what was called. Was there a reason? There was always, was there not? Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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A timid prong of anger jabbed at her cracked heart, alas! His words would still prick at the strings of her poorly strung heart, however the little thing merely returned his retorts with a fit of muffled, maniac snickering. The bastard really wanted to pick at her! The damned bastard had always chiseled away until the mare was bare, raw and pained past the point of no recover! However, the mare was not about to let history repeat over her once more, no!

The damned creature didn't utter a single stammer of words, her eyes merely remaining on the male's confident gaze. With a subtle shake of the cranium, she gave an amused snort before ripping her gaze away from him once more. The mare continued on to listen idly to the pair, images from the past beginning to resurface on the subtle, scattered surface of her mind. Her child, what if the thing was alive? The mare disregarded this thought, it was utterly improbable! There was not a way, no matter how much the ungodly mare had wished and hoped it was possible. It was not. Why was she reminiscing on these thoughts? She wasn't supposed to remember these damned things! They were in the cluttered, dark, abused corner of her mind! These were forbid to resurface in her mind, the reason was because of the pain and remorse they brought along with them purposely!

However, her calling was what brought her attention, the thoughts beginning to ravel into the back of her cluttered mind once more. The creature drew an ear to the stallion, her gaze showing no interest in removing from the earth at the moment. A thought, a face, a name began to build in her mind. Who was it? What was his name, that stallion- Her thoughts began to fade, a slight spark of anger replaced the lie of a story that Crowley had attempted to plant in her mind so obviously. He was making a mockery of her once more! However, this was enough to make the mare rip her gaze away from the earth, a slight fury within her stone idle yellow eyes as the mare rested her slightly angry gaze on his feline gaze. Should she speak? Should she remain silent? The love for the stallion, the utter love she had for him without a chance of being returned, and the mare turned her cranium away with shame. Shame? Why did she feel these damned emotions? Was the pain of loving him not enough, the utter pain was enough for her to wander away for an entire winter.

Once again, she began to recollect herself from her thoughts, lost in them once more! Would he not realize she had changed, she would not let herself be bothered by his childish antics? Sooner or later, something had to give! Yellow eyes drew away from the earth as the mare turned to stare at Lucy. Was she going to be so vacant and lifeless every time Valdis happened to run into her?
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MUSE IC ! paramore; he is we; skillet
MUSE ! not that good.
SPEECH ! a714b9
OTHER ! <3 i love this new table

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The ebony stallion continued to glance between the two mares as he kept a smug, knowing expression on his face. His eyes rested momentarily on Valdis as she turned to look at Lucy. What was this all about? Valdis was being so quiet today. That was strange in itself. The naive filly he knew normally had a million hot-headed responses and retorts to Crowley's words. Something had definitely changed within the young mare during her unexplained absences. Perhaps she had changed for the better. Crowley took a moment to think that over before mentally saying 'nah' to his own hope. Sure, she might change a bit, but the ideals and personality that she had was a hard thing to change. Horses did grow up and mature, and Valdis was still so young.

Crowley still was shocked that she thought herself fit to lead this herd. Hell, he still wondered how she came to rule this very small herd in the first place. How in the name of all things holy did she obtain this position? Perhaps she had proclaimed herself leader, just as Crowley had when she left. Maybe she felt as if she was ready to take something like this over. The one thing that he did not think that Valdis had was some sort of royal lineage in the herd that automatically enabled her to take over. When he took over the herd, he really did not want to, but they needed a leader. A herd without a leader was just ready to fall apart. The stallion begrudgingly stepped up and told the small group of horses that he would be their 'leader' for awhile so he could straighten some things out. That did not work too well. Valdis' generation was a bunch of horses who ran amok killing other willy nilly. That was the true issue that needed to be handled; all the cocky murderers who thought that just because they were 'bad ass' they could do what ever they wanted.

Lucy's gentle lyrics broke through the air and caused Crowley to turn his head. A slow smile spread across the stallion's face as she agreed to letting them show her around the land. "How much of this splendid place have you discovered for yourself?" he asked Lucy, wanting to know where to start the tour as he walked past the mare, looking back to see if she was following him or not. It was better to start walking and just lead her around than stand around staring at one another. The stag threw his head over his shoulder once more and looked at Valdis who was still planted firmly to her spot, just staring. "Hey Valdis snap out of it. Are you comin' or not?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders and continuing forward, looking over to Lucy as he awaited her answer.

OOC: sorry if this sucks, I wrote it on my zune in a cab XD

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[bg=#FF00CC] The despondent ambience of a withering quarrel settled to the borders of the mind as lightly as one could take the shedding of a skin harbored without malice, the flaking of temperament so idly consumed, like flame sparking to lap at the edges of company. The casting of a gaze so suddenly to mean, like the looking for the first consequence of a time now shared, as though those moments lost could be again gambled away on the breathing of words so bitterly meaningless, like the wasting of composure on banter without matter. The mixed fea could not be considering blessed nor pleased, rashly suited or otherwise, when nothing of substance had occurred without her scope. Valdis, the lead, was showing herself to be dreamier than the merriest of folk, yet sultry in a reminding sort of way, the idle drawing of a day without conclusion, pulling at memories of a fate that once had been stumbled upon. Yet without the need to linger, Crowley had set the stage, striding across the floor with a whim or a way, a need for attention or uprise or roar, keen to his nature and closing the door. Thoughts to be pondered, wasted away, the winds recalled the time and Lucy was beckoned forth with another lengthening stride to the side of the stage, his frame towering over her own, casting a shadow that reached to the other. Could the Reaper feel the chill that came with the denial, the unrequinted circumstance she had heedlessly fallen into? Was there something more than just the willing of existence, the regconition of the signs. It was lost in the clouded state of her eyes, the washing of white over color. The genteel mare recalled her own gaze, looking out upon the lands with the grandest of depressed gestures, bowing of the head and flaring of the nostrils. Lingering at the side of the other. 'Just the lands to which I entered, though that was done sparingly, for I wished to find a sign of other equine measure in this place,' The fea paused for a moment, grasping at the words in her head and casting a glance at the stallion for another measuring moment, as though in wonder, though all had been previously collected. 'I decided to inquire upon the place, mostly to see if you were still the one running the sheep.' She said this without malice or hate, as though she were speaking of the weather, for this encounter had offered her little in the ways sought. No matter with the mare whom she had been told, the blowing of smoke though the tugging of strings of knowing. Crowley himself has just proving to the mysterious nature, the playful teasing gestures to which his personality could lay claim. No matter how fond she was of the stallion, an equine so unlike others in his nature, there was always the aftermath of such an endeavor, the strain of such composure of his acts. He was so alike a puppeteer pulling the strings for his own amusement, though that might be one of his most drawing of qualities. Lucy also took to the waiting of Valdis, wondering of the bitterness of her spite for her would be shown soon, though really the mare herself was in no way a threat to her lifestyle nor herd. Though the tugging qualities told her there was something less and more. Crowley was the initiator of such hatred, malice, curiously drawing down farther. The flicker of expression and the hinting of smiles as though a riddle or a puzzle had been solved. But it was neither to her, nor to the other. Just a sea of memories to be sprung, the wondering after a train of though with the patience extended, tended so carefully as though more of a garden of such thoughts more so than just a whimsical wondering. The nagging pull of a time buried, turned under like the tidiest of burials, the reminder of a foal. The finding, seeking, loosing and lost. Something of the kind. The way the ashen figures danced on his pelt in the light, the intake of his breath as though he was her own. Yes, the drawing of the poison from the wound. Valdis. Triggering the memory, the recalling, something foreign as though Lucy was the one who didn't want to forget. Yet she did, did she not? Those times where behind her in this day and age, an island apart from this one a different shore. Wandering could not be twisted into wondering states, especially in vehement times like these. Yet she wanted to inquire. Tied like knots, extending. The thinnest of wires extending between them, like a connection. Nay, this could not be so! Nothing could happen like this, the extending of circumstance. Yet it persisted, knawing. Lucy had to dismiss it, for it was not to be destined. There was another. There had to be. She stood with composure, the edges of her mind trailing and twisting. Convulsing on her guilt. Forgotten. Dismissed. Muse: ...Rocky.. OOC: .... Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[/size][/i] Cranium rose, ears pricked, one creeping to their conversation slyly as she stared mindlessly into the chilled horizon. "I suppose." Softened slightly with the tension of a saddened funeral, the creature turned its gaze upon the darkened stallion.

A slight, faint and shy sliver of sparked on something within her, a smirk began threatening to ruin her false bravado. It crept upon her lips with a devious threat, the corners of scorned lips beginning to twin slightly; anticipation. She came to a realization just has the corners began to turn upward, and she quickly crashed upon the spark of happiness, smothering it until it was no longer. There would be no happiness for her. She didn't deserve it.

As the other mare began to begin once more, to drone on in hopes to somehow woo the stallion as Valdis thought, with a scoff, she adverted her harsh gaze away from the two as she began to take absent minded steps towards them, one ear cocked towards Lucy as she diverted her attention among the path ahead of them and the cold scenery around the three ungodly things.

Who did this mare, this ungodly mudblood who had just waltzed upon the lady's lands without a single care for her own good, think that she has even begun to become? Coming to see if Crowley was still among the living-- the immortal rather. What even the fuck was going on at this moment? Was she deranged or popped on the cranium a little bit too rough?

Valdis gave a harsh snap of her multicolored tail, her gaze refraining from turning to the pair as she sauntered on along with them, a slight gap between the reapers.

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MUSE IC ! i don't have the strength by fools for rowan
MUSE ! not good.
SPEECH ! a714b9
OTHER ! fuckfuckafuck i have had no muse for ANY of my characters for months. im trying to get back to roleplaying them. forgive me for taking so long to respond! i hope we can still continue this even though it's like from mid summer.

i'm incredibly sorry that this reply sucks. i PROMISE the next one will be good. it's like i can only roleplay amber these days.

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