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[There is a massive draft horse of indeterminate breeding on the plane. It does not look happy to be there. In fact all the vibes it's giving off are those of extreme displeasure. Its ears are back, the shuffling and snorting its doing a clear indication that it wants people to STAY AWAY. There are torn clothes on the ground, a broken belt--and the well-cared-for hilt of a sword showing above the battered scabbard in which the sword itself is sheathed.

Yeah. If you recognize the weapon she always carries, you might recognize the pissed-off expression on the horse's face.

Aniki has not had a good day.]

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[He stumbles back another pace before noticing the sword and the clothing.]

[...which actually look a little familiar, now that he thinks about it.]

[She sees him see the stuff and stands over the sword protectively. No way, biatch.]

[And now he's snickering— Well, all right. He's trying to hold back the snickers, but it's not really working.]

...Aniki?

[She lowers ears and head and stamps. YOUR AMUSEMENT IS NOT APPRECIATED.]

[grinning]

It is, isn't it?

Wait, don't tell me—you've done something new with your hair.

[...Crowley, you are such a bastard. Never mind that, if their positions were reversed, she would probably be doing the same thing. She stamps again, head still lowered, and takes one heavy step toward him, groaning (http://www.horsepresence.com/shop/media/Sounds/22Groan2000.aif).]

Not the hair, then.

New blouse?

[She whickers and glares at him. You are trying the massive horsie's patience.]

...glasses?

[She lunges forward to give him a good smack in the chest with her head.]

[And the demon panics. This would be him dropping from the Plane now.]

[She circles back around to her clothes and weapon with a sigh and returns to nosing at her scabbard.]

[After a moment Crowley returns, a short distance from where he was formerly, looking wary.]

Right. Truce?

[She snorts at him, whickering in a way that sounds somewhat like a laugh. Still keeping an eye on her sword in case someone tries to take it, she crosses the distance to Crowley in grand, intimidating strides.]

[lksdf Crowley skips back a bit]

Look, there's no need to get nasty about this.

[You're amusing her now, Crowley. She lowers her head until she's looking him in the eyes, and lets out an ear-piercing whinny.]

[Crowley jumps just a little]

All right, fine. The hair bit wasn't funny. Can we move on?

[She makes a face at him that is quite clearly entertained and takes a few steps back.]

So, er...how did this happen?

[...do you really expect her to answer that?]

Oh, right. The horse thing.

I could go find some peanut butter, if that would help?

[...first of all, she has no idea what a pea-nut is, and second, she doesn't know how it will help her talk. Or if it will help her at all. She suspects not. :| ]

...all right, not a fan of Mr. Ed.

Well you clearly understand me, so...stamp once for yes, twice for no?

[....]

[One stamp.]

Okay, now that we've cleared all that up...this is an experiment, yes?