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[lucifer]

.:.It is not by the e.yes in which we see, but the s.hadows in which we walk.:.

And in its emptiness arises the ashen Phoenix, though of this it be no bird, but that of the sweet breath'd equine. These cliffs had dipped their quills in the winds of ink, and inscribed what they have witnessed. Fatigue;Blood;Storm;and silence, all records of a life before, and a life to be. By the inhalation of this thinned air, he but knew the desolation of these lands, though too the scent of mingled beings were overtaking the stale stone. Lucifer, travel by night says he, though whilst the black pelted variety find shelter in shadow, his iced pelt stained the blackness. This never hindered him in travel, for he had nothing to hide, those that walk in darkness and truly become of that darkness are but mere smudges, and he of his genetic build, announced his being to the sleeping without hindrance in a foreboding fear.

The air of claimance was weakened by the rains, snows, winds, and so doubt in travel were but washed away. However, his eyes too had seen the male brood in which a fight would be commenced, thus leadership would soon arise, and he would be within the jagged walls to meet this new figure without threat, without hesitation. A fool was one to claim before his time, and no fool was this pallid stallion. He trod upon light hooves, but scraping the rock below, hardened with this terrain, his very feet seemed to direct all movement individually, finding the most secure footing even in the shortest of time. The precipices and shards of stone had forever claimed him as theirs, and so the claiming of a terrain became to him more of the terrain having claimed your very soul, thus a status in lead would be of no use without the acceptance of the rocks themselves, for each, is stony lips were ever to part, would have a perpetual story to tell; then of this one's harks must prick to find the meaning of this life.

Fight, is wafted within the breeze in the breath and tension. So familiar was he to this, and so torn in so. He would seek to not watch the brawl, for it would evoke forgotten thoughts. But nonetheless the two distant males were bound to set their sights on this land, and with that no interference would be derived from his action. He noted two a mare among the stallions, this proving more of the habitants within the vast territories, and perhaps this be the mark of a new birth to a long forgotten land. Lucifer; even thought of his name, rolling to tongue sounded such a symbolic entity to his being, but it portrayed only the smaller part of himself, and that part was in distaste to come out and play, unless asked politely, of course, though to the benefit of his speaking partner, he'd bid them to refrain from doing so.

Beyond the beginning chaos he would steal away into his crevice and vantage point. A cavern looming above, yet shy of full concealment. Now was not his time for words. And through this no rustle dare give him away, only by that of his warm and foreign stench. Remember dear, he did not hide, this was but the wait. He'd think not of what he'd left behind, because with a choice to leave comes a choice to forget, and if done otherwise you'd contradict all reasoning in the first place. His lungs were thanking the legs of which he stands upon for treating them to the heights once more; for the thickened breezes of below polluted the cleanliness of the air within his muscled chest. The see was never leaving, even when out of sight, it lay within but one eye, and never released the motion of waves, this; his mother had given him the depth of the waters, and his father had offered the height of the skies; with that he could reach from the reaches of the underworld to the edges of the universe. He was unstoppable, unbreakable, and unreadable. Never trust at first sight, and never judge with leave.

[Crow'sia]

SUMMER.one

Nothing ever happened in the mountains. Crow’sia knew it without really knowing. She felt it without really feeling. It was just a simple and actually rather silly knowledge, an itch, that prickled her back. Nothing except of course that fight, which we’ll pretend is over, cause she’ll leave after anyways, she’s just not thinking about the outcome just because and thus I am making a run on sentence so yeah, anyways… and since Lucifer has mentioned it, this little mare is toddling along just after… time passes when you think and walk, and, shutting up now, oh and if he’s watching from afar, I seriously read that wrong, but I implied it a bit, but, contradicted it. And guess what, why she wanted to cause that trouble, wanted to thrive off it. Unfortunately, Crow’sia was not in the mood; she was tired, she was bored, and she has no plans. Perhaps fortunately is the word. She had circled around a bit after the battle of sorts, and giggled to herself as if insane. Being that giggling takes time, this also explains that weird gap in time which I will be leaving alone now. So, anyways, meeting up with this horse who had clearly been near the fight and clearly most likely knew the outcome (and yet couldn’t say it, cause time is lame) would soon be something to befall the aging mare, but let’s back up a little first.

Following the fight between two stallions whom desired only to be leads, whatever strange impulse may have possessed them to seek this, Crow’sia wandered off in her usual manner, never staying in the same place for too long. Her eyes and ears were open in search of something amusing, and her mind reeled with a sickly anticipation, but she generally did not take any particular heed to any threats or predators. It had simply never been a problem in the area, she did not expect that to have changed. Silly quiet little land. The mare looked down to watch her feet as she came back around passing places she had been just moments before, and this mentality must have been what was doing it. It must have been this mentality too, that made her shriek in surprise when she suddenly saw the light coat of a stallion, the third one today, poking out from the corner of her eye.

Crow’sia wheeled around on a time, so fast she pulled numerous muscles in her side, or it certainly felt like she did. Had he been hiding then? Ehh, who cared? She dug a foot in the ground irritably, not entirely certain where this sudden feeling of annoyance came from. Embarrassment probably. “Hello there then.” It was quite a bold ditty to say, not that she were particularly shy, she felt particularly out of place as if she had been planning to meet him all along.


OOC; Yeah, my posts aren’t usually like that at the start. xD

[lucifer]

.:.In E.xpectation, we fool our In.stincts.:.

The silence swept up the remains of battle with broad strokes, sending a mountain chilled breeze to cleanse the musty air. And he, being of the masculine type, would most likely draw not much of a liking from his now opposing male influence, but tough cookies, because he so was not in mind to leave, and too not in mind to fight. Aye, what happened to the calm between brothers? When did the knotted blood relations in species so far fray from their primitive peace? This, would be contemplation that Lucifer wished not to ponder over, for answers failed to whisper themselves within his pink tipped ears.

But then too lay the feminine touch, something that a being of such intense testosterone could never piece together, it only was the way things were. And that scent soon found his nostrils, and too his multi-colored eyes. He'd not yet expected company, though it really was never expected, or made intentional upon his actions. Things happen and he takes them as they come, no use in useless seeking when other opportunities take higher priority. His sorely pallid coloration seemed to have startled her as she wheeled around. He let his legs take smooth motion forward, now feeling the breeze in its entirety. His head bobbed in acknowledgment of her presence before the words left her maw.

His expression, combined with the prominent features of his face, was nearly impossible to read, but one that so wished to decipher the look of him would find a keen interest, curiosity, and warmth, yet still the underlying tones of expression held a hardness, secrets, and ferocity. It so escaped into his crimson and Sapphire eyes, those that rarely strayed from the female, in in this, they were captivating and filled to the brim with thoughts unknown. Hello there then. she spoke with a broken tone, and his features remained as before. When spoken too, he never held the rudeness of turning away, for then one may miss something important.

" Is that the way in which you greet every unknown equine? " His vocals were wispy with a rugged edge, yet flowed with ease, and he offered a loose laugh, letting his expression reflect something of subtle amusement, though it fell into default in transition. " Lucifer Kairo if you so desire. " As he made mention of his calling, he lowered his neck in an extended nod , yet never formed into the foolish bow he'd watched so many young'uns do in the past. " I apologize on behalf of my hide, it so becomes an eye sore to those unsuspecting. " He head tilted slightly, vision always being more sensitive and clear with the left and pink-toned eye. His stance was calm, yet guarded, a tension seeming never to escape the sinew beneath his pelt. He was glad that his upbringing allowed him still decent mannerism, for if he had inherited the rudeness of his bloodline, then surely, he'd not be here today. [/color]

[Crow'sia]

She knew immediately as he moved down towards her there would be problems with this horse. Crow’sia watched his face carefully, she studied each feature, and he nodded toward hers. His eyes took her interest for a moment (they were strange after all), and she brought hers to meet them; typically she felt she had an upper hand if she could watch someone’s eyes and speak with them, typically it made no difference. Was he annoyed with her, was he amused? The third stranger of the day opened his mouth to speak, and then laughed. It could have been malicious, but she decided not to take it this way. Crow’sia then, let a funny looking expression fall upon her own face, like a smile, however horses might do this.

“It is lately,” she said, quickly realizing that the likelihood anyone she could remember had survived was small. She felt like she had just been punched in the chest, she had never loved these animals, why did she care? The mare tensed for a second and relaxed her muscles, she shouldn’t worry over what she could not control. Or even know. He gave his name and dropped his head then to break her thoughts, and she curtly bobbed her head once in return eyeing him with clear curiosity. He was polite, but not if a fluffy deceptive stallion type of way. It felt like a more sophisticated type of courtesy.

Aw, he must have a brain.

“Lucifer your name then? Crow’sia, just Crow’sia. ” She began to move so that they were no longer in a one hundred eighty degree angle with one another, and stood on a diagonal to face him. Curiously, she did not feel like a horse but a vulture. She stood to his right. “Can’t apologize for what can’t be helped. ” The mare suddenly laughed though, her gaze moving to the sky above. “Come here for a reason?”

[lucifer]

.:.P.hilosophy is the C.hild of silence.:.

It had been quite some time since this male had come to terms with the fact that he took too much time into thought. Perhaps he could not be a fault, but so tedious sometimes were his contemplations that he'd wish only for some silence within his own dented skull. And so, with this gear-turning process ,he always left room for others to question him, because at times he would question himself. It was the silence that would evoke headaches, so when life seemed something more than the whispering trees, one's mind may be put at ease. Distraction some may say, but for him it was vacation.

He let himself find a comfortable stance, since muscles would whine if held tensely too long. His tassel flicked lightly, sending the soft waves of iced tendrils in a rolling motion. His ears were perched lightly atop the curved structure of his crania, flicking with the inflection of her words. And of those remarks only the last would he find breath to respond to. With her mention of his name, he offered the bob of his head. Yes...Lucifer, he'd been dubbed with such a name that would already begin the impression of some sort of hostile lust. But so many times he had been the opposite, Gaining a nickname of 'Lucy' from his peers, oh but when he lets the image of himself reflect that name...there is when the teasing would be taken aback.

Crow'sia , he let the name marinade within thought so as it may be etched into memory, he wasn't one to forget with ease. His gaze still aimed toward her, though was sunken in thought. This expression was snapped away from the depths as she asked her last question, one that he'd no answer to, and thus made him really contemplate an answer that wouldn't be overly disappointing. "This place, has seen nature's turmoil, though unfortunate, it deems a new beginning in the lives of those in the remains" He based words of knowledge from observations in travel, still finding words as they came to mouth, thus his tone held something more frayed at the edges of his tongue. "By reason of my being here, I have nothing of solidity to offer. Perhaps with the rebuilding of a land, as much as those that abide in it, I may find a cleansed canvas to trod upon."

His vocals found their rough certainty, though softened as to not hint of something regrettable in the past to have pushed him away. He was careful not to evoke fear, but to leave it at the sense of uncertainty. For without reason for him to view one as a threat, he should not let his language in body become of a fear-worthy intention. He could call himself trustworthy by his own definitions, though he saw that if he couldn't put trust in even those most qualified, then he should give no false reasoning for others to form something along those lines with him. He wished not to hurt others in spirit, and for the most part in a physical sense as well. But,the betrayal would nip at his heels with advice spit from mouths of fire.[/color]

[Crow'sia]

The first solid trait she picked out about him was how calculated he seemed. Lucifer was quickly coming off as intelligent, an animal who denied himself the privilege of acting on impulse. It actually bothered her, like her safety was compromised. She figured she might like him though, a casual disgust had yet to have gripped her. Crow’sia shifted her position as it had become uncomfortable. Back when Denizen still wandered about, Lucifer would have been quite useful, though she was certain the old Outlaw would not have seen him that way. She had the idea he didn’t care for males too much, they were a threat to his stability. Or had been.

Lucifer was talking again. He began with the terrain. Wrong, she though. It was all wrong. As far as she knew (which wasn’t very far, haha) the mountains had been a relatively safe place. Hearsay was not very accurate though, and it was not even specific gossip, it was more of an assumption. Even though the lands were deserted, she had never known them susceptible to much terror. Of course, she had been away for years. It was Soul’s fault of course, but, moving on. His words were very complex to her, she had to think once, twice, three times, and then she might begin to understand what he meant. Philosophy had been her game and her justification, and she discovered how out of tune she had become. The wind picked up and blew the lightly sun bleached dreads of already dark blond hair onto her eyes, and she turned her head away. What was he saying, why was it so foreign?

Then suddenly, her mind clicked, and she focused her gaze at his once again. “A stallion who would deny nature then? Or stay right with it? Better to survive that way.” Denizen had been right, sharing power was moronic, keeping the presence of more than one male was dangerous. If of course, you had something of value. “So then kill the fools who lead here. Cleanse. Hah!” She smiled darkly and a bizarre laugh slipped from her mouth. He was very confident, she could not manipulate him, so she figured anyways. There was a familiar amusement with their conversation though. A familiar edge.

[lucifer]

.:.we B.reathe what we S.ay, so keep your W.ords clean of D.irt .:.

Ah, it seemed he had some sensation of having missed this quiet confrontation. Between the chaos and silence, he'd simply skipped over the chapter of communication, or was forced to yield first to other predicaments. Surprisingly his mind was allowing the transition of though to word, of course only spoken once those thoughts were filtered to remain with a quiet caution, while holding true to the subtle sarcasm and seriousness that plagued, or blessed his personality; pick your choose. Aye, but still that stale breath would hold within his lungs, the air captured from birth that clung madly to the dampened walls of his chest, never truly letting go to be freed from their host.

He enjoyed being given input to his thinking process, being asked questions that he would be deemed schizophrenic if her were to do so. Thus, upon his lips a twitch of what may have become his trademark smirk, a lopsided motion with stern meaning, but not yet did it escape through the muscle movement, it simply morphed into the opening of his mug in his reply to the female. "Aye, fae; but I am derived of this nature ,and so find it foolish to deny. But...what's not to say I may not test the strength of its limits." Nearly would he have found some gesture as a wink appropriate to close his words, had it been some other stallion...; really it was not of him to add that physical extra, but with his words it would have been implied.

The she spoke of those that held power within the terrains. But such dark humor lay behind the tones, it let his mind taste amusement and transmit to the rim of his tongue. "If these leaders truly be fools, then death is but waiting for them. However, killing seems a harsh output to a stallion's power, or maybe not harsh enough. Dear, would it not be more satisfying to cripple the mental sense of an equine rather than erase the physical being? "[/color] Then let the morbid sarcasm seep into words, too hard to resist something of that. But truth lay within a mingled humor. Though hating death upon his hooves, he may see some sense in extermination as opposed to the release of a mentally scarred and unstable stallion into society, but eh...now taking the thought too far, he hated to get carried away within his mind, it could lead to undesirable antics. [/font][/color]

[Crow'sia]

The looks on his face were particularly difficult to read, she had noticed this next, and being that she were somewhat of a manipulator herself she knew it was most probably a ploy. Crow’sia changed positions again, stretching her legs so they stood a little straighter; she arched her head towards him. Lucifer spoke in riddles, but then again, had she not just? As she felt they were going in circles with the idea, she made it her responsibility to break the cycle and move right on. To death, of course. There was a sadism about him that she enjoyed, whether or not he were humouring her or truly thought in such a wonderfully logical way, the mare did not regard. If he was a liar, it did not make what he had just pointed out any less valid. She had been trumped, and she was taken aback.

Her ears ‘rotated’ once back and once forward and she only thought for a brief second before an obvious delight draped over her features and her slender legs slid back so that they had more distance. Not a particular reason, movement really, and she intended to take flight soon, with or without him about. Though if a friendship were being born, she’d be grateful, it had never been a word in her vocabulary, she was not certain why. She rather objected to the specific omission of her name however. “Mmm, how true. Eradication is merely easier. But really, crippling their body. Well, I would assume that one’s complete uselessness, or perhaps even the idea they will die, would drive them to such a form of madness, if I call it such.” Oh, what a brilliant idea.

OOC; I feel so fake when my characters talk, but I actually talk like that in real life eh, probably cause the frequency online! XD

[lucifer]

.:.What use are w.ings beneath the w.aves? .:.

A crack in is facade yielded a crooked smirk; it was interesting to fin no immediate or dangerous faults in another equine. Though, the majority of his acquaintances were young, cocky males with more bite in their words than in physical means. He rather enjoyed this conversation, something different and a clear amusement. "With that, I agree."He tilted his head, eying her. Wonderful for another to have some sadistic humor as well, else wise it seems the world in its entirety deems you crazy to think of such things.

He gave a soft snort, realizing now that he would surely wish to wander, or perhaps stay rock-bound? This, he had to dig into thought to contemplate. His terrain of birth had been of rock, so known to him it has been, but is known the filtration of what is wished for? Something of the stale, cool, unbreakable footing set his mood to just that, and every experience that had happened in these conditions. His dam perhaps would play a part in a desired destination, for she lingered with the churning waters of his soul. So, confusion for the first time in ages seeped into brain, and subtly into expression.

He had been of the lesser of smarts when he was young, testing his and others limits to the brink. One was never born with a demeanor as his, it had to be shaped with time, molded by experience, and still he was within the grasp of this. All he cared for now was to find something new, else why would he have traveled this far? His gaze drifted outward, scanning with a slow intensity in the thoughts of decision. Problematic perhaps, but he never could carry conversation, though never cared much for that fact, since it wasn't always of his liking anyhow. But true is was that this current exchange in words had differed from others. As for that word of friendship, he would be vexed to muse over it. [/color]

[Crow'sia]

Crow’sia was truly surprised with the manner in which Lucifer presented himself He was clearly intelligent, but he had a quiet sadism about him that she held in high favour, and in some ways, for some reason, he reminded her of Denizen. Of course, this was not a positive thing. When she looked back at the old horse, older now, with a clearer mind, not following impulse and questioning it mildly she could see that everything did not connect, that she followed what was probably a liar. Cautious at any rate, it did not hold well with her that she did not flatly turn down the Outlaws, but she could then recall too that she was just as manipulative. Or so she’d love to think. Crow’sia grinned back at Lucifer and his strange glowing fur and nodded.

“It’s beautiful logic that I would love to take hold of. And cannot. How sad.” Her tone was lightly sarcastic. To be honest, many days she was past the point of concern, she was quickly becoming an observer in life. She shook her head to clear it and turning around began to glide away from the stallion, her tail flicking casually back and forth with the momentum. Her head bowed down she turned brown eyes on him from the very short distance. “Don’t keep me in the dark, hmm. Maybe I’ll see you around.” But she doubted it. And as quickly as they met, she was on the move again. Lingering too long would ruin the atmosphere, and the feeling she was back home, was not something Crow’sia planned to drop so easily.

Edit; For my dumb typos.

[lucifer]

.:.A.ssume with lies and E.xpect the same.:.

He could feel the frayed ends knotting with the air that they'd created, though still some wisps were left untied in conversation and in mind, never was an encounter truly finished, for now he would have recognition concerning this particular female. He allowed no movement as she displayed her own, head bobbed to her first set of words as his words were nearly expired at this point. He had let his mind free from the buzzing thoughts that so dare intrude and with that, pulled from the air, something of a decision concerning his placement.

Sww him around eh? Maybe so, " Perhaps another exchange of words will come across with time's allowance. " He dipped his head and neck in courtesy, his plaster smirk had melded into a stale smile. His weight now shifted, but hooves still not disturbed the rock below, he rarely retreated until the other had set on their way.

With his sarcasm and riddles of sentences, not many could find to trust his words. This is something that he never worried over, because it his counterpart was unable to accept the truth that was hid, then it would be of their loss. He didn't play the game of 'never cry wolf', but some may have seen him as being a professional in that aspect. Perhaps sometimes a lie may be more tasteful than the opposite, but his words weren't always tasteful, and never were they fabricated, his mind was not made to manufacture lies, only perhaps sometimes to twist the truth for ease on the ears.[/color]

Exeunt

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[midnight]

Over head a bay stallion watched what went on between the mare and the new stallion. His deep brown eyes took in the sight below him not knowing what would happen towards them. After he watched the mare take off he just smiled and shook his head slowly before he let his gaze over towards the stallion. With a small breath he then let out a whinny to let the other stallion know that he was there. Then he began his slow desent down to where he was at.

[Crow'sia]

OOC; She actually said see you around but I typed she, cause I'm a moron. But, not important. XD

Ack Freedom. Haha, this will be interesting to read, cause it's after the challenge, but, no one knows the outcome. ..O.o Haha. -love-

[lucifer]

ooc: xD Crow; I modified my post to suit xP

.:.B.eckon you did I? Give me R.eason to B.eleive.:.


And so alone admist the recirculated breeze, or was he? First the foreign stench rolled through his lungs, and then the interruption of the silence. This be the scent and cry of a masculine figure, and though his position had changed not in relaxation or motion, his mind was preset to that of meeting with another of his gender. Bias perhaps, but being a stallion too, he knew well that other stallions could have very different intention than mares. His bi-color gaze snapped coolly from the departing fae to the approaching male. Popular today, are we?

Now his tongue had to revive from its exhaustion, though not yet would he let sound roll from it. Had he been a less patient horse he would have asked what this brute's business with him was, but if he did have a reason to speak with him, as it was looking as he did, then he would have to address it with his own words. Lucifer would waste no breath with something that didn't concern him. Perhaps so, this male would offer only greeting, but never had that been the case thus far. There is a first for everything.

His facade fell into the depth of his unreadable expression, orbs examining with the torrents beneath. Sinew flexed and nape arched slightly to break the complete relaxation obtained from the last encounter. These were but his predisposed precautions to the approach of any male figure, having been drilled into existence by nothing other than experience. He knew not the lead of these lands, but by far this male was not of that status. And Lucifer was planning on leaving the thin-aired peaks with his own time and decision. He acknowledged the male with the bob of his head, the movement causing his wavy forelock to flop to the left of his head, leaving only his red eye exposed to watch before he returned the tasseled locks to a better position.[/color]

[midnight]

Freedom looked at the other stallion when he neared him softly. "What is it that brings you to the Rocky Mountains? I do not mind if you stay or visit if that is what you wish." He spoke while then looking at the surroundings of the Rocky Mountains with a small smile on his face. How long had it been since he had last found the time to just watch what was going on around him instead of worrying about the herd. Then something inside of him answered that he had been wondering what would have happened next within the herd.