you see, we bring a painful truth.

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. x . [/size][/i] Once, in her existence upon this planet, a young one had gathered as much courage as he could manage to ask her a simple question. Innocent enough, but she wasn't in favor of innocent blood. In her eyes, although plagued, she had seen no innocence in this world. Innocence did not exist.

"Pardon, Miss, but why do people hate us? Why do they favor the bringers of life when we guard them to eternal peace? I don't understand."

She remembers it clearly, as clear as the trees, as herself, as you. His eyes were brown, mud, she remembers his name was Estriel. He was a commoner color, although of the blood, he looked of the commoners. His hide was brown as his eyes, a snip of white on his ears and a stripe of white down his face.

"My Estriel, bringers of life are a beautiful lie. While us," he leaned in, intently listening. She remembers the smell of colt, smell of her own she had given life to just that year, she remembers.

"we bare a painful truth. We are a painful truth, if the only, that others do not like to hear, see or speak of." She remembers his face, of confusion, he wanted to understand, but she seen that he couldn't.

"If you live to it, when you're older, you will realize this. We are not the ones bringing evil unto this world, we are the ones taking it out. We do what no one else will, we do the work while the others lounge. They fear us, for we do what no one dares or thinks of." She had paused, casting her eyes down to the little one. His eyes were soft, brow furrowed, not an ounce of understanding.

"Estriel, you may be too young to comprehend my words, the truth, but we are not of what the others think or have been taught to think. We are the angels. Not of God, but we are the angels of death. Death is a gift, a precious thing. No one realizes this, but we, us Reapers, my child, we know what the others do not." To see his point of view, she dropped her maw a few inches to his, yellow cast to brown.

"We do what we are born to do, what we are made to do. This is our destiny. If no one does this, the world, this circle of life that is held together preciously, will fail. Chaos will ensue, the world will fail." He wrinkled his nose in confusion, she remembers, the flicker of his whitened ears. A shake of the head, no.

She had snorted of not annoyance, but expectancy. Although she hadn't known what she would expect from him, she had expected this. Little ones and their questions, she had shaken her head. They cannot comprehend the answer, why ask the question? Typical of a child.

"Child, we are not what the others think. We are the good of the bad. Does this help you understand, yes?" He had hesitated, nodded slowly, she could sense his gears grinding in his head, thinking of a comprehension of her answer.

"Maybe I do. We are good, but nobody realizes this? Why not? He inquired further. She hadn't minded.

"Because, Estriel, the others do not know the complexity of this world. They know how to breathe, speak, eat, move, and so forth. And some do not even know how to do the whole of those. Once in a while, some understand our careers, but most, the majority, do not. Cannot."

"Oh, I think I might understand." He nodded solemnly once, a small grin forming on his coltish lips.

"Thank you for telling me, Miss." Estriel had dipped his head in a simple bow to her, appreciation and respect, and she nodded in return. He was dismissed.

Her thoughts began to wonder to Crowley. She thought, maybe, he was a bearer of a painful truth of her sore attitude and outlook. Although, the breathers were the lucky ones, she believed. Or did she?
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MUSE IC ! playlist of whatever. bit of blueneck.
MUSE ! ew. this is terrible.
SPEECH ! a714b9
OTHER ! this is awful but i'm back! i hope this post is adequate.


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C R O W L E Y

"Ah. Home sweet home. How I've missed you. Have you missed me? Tch, probably. Who wouldn't miss me? That is the real question here. But you must miss me the most my dear. You've been leaderless for so long and now, the one who tries to keep you running but could really not give a rat's ass about this, has returned to ensure that you have not gone anywhere. Which I can see that you have not." Crowley said to himself as the strode forth, entering the grim domain his kind liked to call home. Over the years wandering and being by himself most of the time, he had to find a way to keep himself entertained, and most of the time that entertainment pertained to talking or singing to himself. He never grew tired of the sound of his own voice (which was unfortunate for any horse he happened to come across) and he found himself to be quite the comedian.

His golden eyes flicked back and forth, taking in the desolate scenery as he jogged along. Everything was a dead as ever. That was good news. At least this time he could catch the scent of several herd members who had passed the very area he was in several hours ago. That was a good enough indicator to let him know that everyone had not randomly up and died during his absence. Who was around today? He did not know many of the horses in this land, but that was okay, they all knew who he was. The important part would then be finding a friendly face and engaging in an enlightening conversation with them. Or at least that was the ideal situation. He was most likely going to come across some old nag, or his brother, and gain an earful from them. He shuddered at the thought of the old loon Moranna berating him for the most ridiculous things. Again. Last time it had been how he had walked through onions she was watching grow. He had humoured her (and had a little bit of his own fun) and went on his way, but he did not want that happening again. Perhaps talking to Sebastian was not a bad thing after all. At least with his brother, he could find some minor flaw or mistake and continuously harass him for it.


Just when he thought that he was going to have to start calling for his brother, Crowley caught sight of someone up ahead, and it was not just any someone. The horse in question happened to be Valdis. Crowley cocked his head and sped forward, rapidly approaching the young mare. "Well, well, well, well, there's a face I haven't seen in a long time!" he exclaimed, slowing to a walk several strides away from the mare. "I was beginning to think that you were just a figment of my imagination. Hell, who knows, you might still be. I could be standing here talking to a log and no one would ever know. And that's the beauty of it; no one would know even if I was because I have just fooled myself into thinking that this is reality. The mind is a strange thing is it not? Enough about me, how about you? I should probably be asking where you've been all this time or if you are leading some new life, but all I want to know is if you've seen my brother. ...oh wait. Do you even know Sebastian? Er, if you don't then forget I ever asked and just tell me how you are doing, yeah?"

OOC: I'm so sorry this is short but my horse muse has just been ksdfjhgsjkdfh lately. And just Crowley needs to stop talking and rambling. I feel bad for Valdis XD

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. x . [/size][/i] Her senses hinted that someone was nearing, nostrils flared and ears fluttered silently. She wasn't worried, she hadn't a reason to be worried. Curious, rather. Just curious as to see what individual would stroll by this close to her presence, and what their purpose could be. She had been alone so long, a year, was it? She wasn't accustomed to interaction other than murder, let alone socializing.

Valdis wasn't aware what her emotions were the moment she caught the sight of the black male, that she, well, wasn't sure of what her emotions were about him. Whether it was relief, fear, paranoia, or whatever the case, her ears found themselves victim to his relentless ranting. She sighed, paused, turned her yellowed gaze to him and listened.

"You waste precious time babbling incessantly, Crowley. That's one of your downfalls," she stated, slightly preoccupied as she cast her eyes away from him. It wasn't for him to take into deep thought or consideration, Val liked to state the obvious of the situation. She liked to state her thoughts, the blunt, and let the situation stem from that. It was odd, slightly, considering she trained herself to hide almost every single aspect of her perceptive of life, others, herself, and emotions. She always kept them tucked away, folded neatly like a handkerchief in a top drawer.

"I've been," The mare paused, turning her cranium to face him once more, expressionless, solemn. Yellow eyes shown nothing.

"I've been around." She relied on a vague, yet somewhat satisfying answer. However, she knew the stallion would not be satisfied with the answer. But, she thought, he yearned things from people that could not give enough to satisfy him. He took and took, the people he took from could not satisfy. She thought, in a way, she and him were a bit alike in this aspect.

Her thoughts rotated to her son, her offspring. The mare knew he was occupying this island, she knew. She barely caught the words of the stallion as he spoke about his brother. He had a brother?

"Had I known you had a brother, I might had seen him." Valdis countered, shifting her weight to her hind as she held his gaze.

"Have you seen my son? Do you know if he is nearby?" Once more countering his words, she had given him a bit of his own medicine. A smile ghosted lightly, twitched across her lips but flitted away back into the crevice under her tongue, right by the ligaments. She swore she tasted it, but she wasn't sure. Tasted bitter, she decided.

Her yellow eyes caught the sight of his own, and her mouth stiffened, her tail flickered, her greyed hide twitched. Her thoughts began to form rapidly about the black male. She decided she hated him. Not because of his personality, because he talked too much, or because of the way he treated her. She hated him because she could not, although she always tried, to stop thinking about him. For some reason she could not unravel, discover, all her thoughts were brought back to him.

In her mind, she began to grow such utter distaste for him and why she loved him, she wondered if he could see and think through her, if he would treat her the same as he does. She wondered if he had seen, been through what he had, if he would treat her the same.

Valdis believed he would. Crowley had, undoubtedly, seen and been through much more than she had with his 100+ years roaming this Earth. She wondered if in the beginning, like herself, if he had loathed and questioned his own existence as she had. She wanted to know if he had ever felt the same about someone as she had. And for the feeling to not be returned.

She knew she had no reason, no right to love him as unconditionally as she did without him having a single knowing of the fact or to return it. She didn't have the right to call it love when he didn't return it. She learned to call it fondness, maybe to a high level, but not to an extremity.

But there were so many things she wanted to learn about him. His thoughts, his fears; to count how many eyelashes there were on each eye and to know how many cracks and crevices there were on each hoof. To learn how many hairs there were on his muzzle, to count the amount of how many different colors there were in his eyes. She was afraid she would never have the chance, that it would go to waste, that someone else would be given these rights and privileges she wanted to know were her's.
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MUSE ! so this is awful.
SPEECH ! a714b9
OTHER ! im trying to get back into the swing of things! level creepiness to the extreme, way to go val. wtg.


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