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[There's a very somber, very sour looking foal looking into the scroll, laying flat on the ground and just glowering at the scroll like it bit him. His light blue coat somehow seems jarring against the green of the grass he's laying on, and the blonde mane doesnt help. He looks very much like any pouty little boy, but there's almost something off. As if the wounded dignity he seems to have would never be worn by anyway boy. The mismatched red and blue eyes don't help either.

It's clear wherever he is from the scroll, it isn't Ponyville. The grass is too thick. The trees, to dense.]

I suppose there could be worse things to wake up as, or places, though I am havin a hard time discerning what they would be at the moment.

[The child's voice is bitter, suitably young but with a tone underneath it unbefittin a child. He turns his head away from the camera, one of his hooves scraping and dragging at something to the side of him. Something that's flat on the ground and has weird, scaly chicken feet.]

Being stolen away from home is scary, isn't it? Do you wonder if we can go back home? Do you wonder how we might appear once we go back? The world, the universe, both are frightening places. It makes you wonder: how long has something like this perhaps happened in other, perhaps darker, corners of the Earth?

You'll have to forgive me. My mind tends to wander, and I'll admit I find the town very boring.

This forest, however, is quite agreeable.

[The foil finally drags what he was poking with his hoof at in front of him. The thing he brings out is ugly as hell. It looks like a large, winged lizard about the size of a chicken, which is fitting considering it has the head of one. The cockatrice is lying flat. Still, face down to the ground, not making a move or sound. Not even, it appears, breathing.

The foal studies it, not with the wide-eyed curiousity common in boys, but genuine scrutiny.]

The wildlife is amusing, too.

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[Right. Calm down, Flare, let's not jump to conclusions. Deep breaths.]

So... was the cockatrice like that when you showed up, or did you--?

[...It's best not to make assumptions, but no, that is definitely a dead monster there. They usually breathe, and all.]

[So it was a cockatrice. He'd had a gut instinct it was, even if it looked a bit different than how it did in his world. It was hard to mistake for something else.]

No. It was alive.

[He paws at it a bit more with his hoof, rocking it.]

And angry, I assume.

[Meaning he had enough presence - or former knowledge - to avoid talons and glare alike. No, that isn't creepy at all.]

...They... ah... they're rather aggressive. Probably thought you were an intruder.

Who... [No, what are you...] Ah... excuse the rudeness, but I've never seen a pony quite like you. What's your name?

[Lucifer tilts his head a moment, crossing his front hooves over the dead cockatrice. He thinks about saying his name flat out; after all, these creatures are unknown to him. Would they even know his name, know what it means? Lucifer supposed in general it wasn't a very import matter; he had never been good at hiding his identity in the first place.

Still. There might be others here who could know who he was. If he had been taken from his own world, who knew if others might be here as well. One of the Persona users from the world that had been cut off, had never known the thunder and fire of Thor's Hammer, was here after all.

He could call himself Louis, yet again, he supposed but that seemed like it would seem out of place here. He thought of his titles, and his names, and decided to use one he hadn't in quite a while.]

My name is Morning Star. And yours?

[That gets a bit of a brow raise from Flare. She doesn't recognize the name, but the fact that it sounds like a pony name strikes her as strange - before now, she was the only one short of the doubles that was actually a pony before showing up here.]

Flare Star.

That's a strong name.

Are you strong, Flare Star?

I could ask you "are you young" and get roughly the same answer you can expect.

I suppose you could. There are few who would willingly say "I am weak".

Are there many like this in the forest?

[He kicks at the cockatrice, making it roll a little bit.]

Cockatrices aren't too common in the Everfree, thankfully for normal ponies. A bigger issue is manticores, but as long as you don't intrude on their homes, they don't usually go after ponies.

Most monsters are like that, really - wild animals that just happen to be dangerous. Cockatrices are one of the few things that actually seem to have some dark magic in them.

[Manticores? Probably not much more difficult, in all honesty. Then again, he isn't sure what kind of differences there might be between the monsters he knows and their version here.]

You seem to know a lot about the forest. Do you spend much time here?

I find it quite a welcoming place, myself.

I used to. Might go back now that I don't have a place here.

Most ponies find it dangerous and unnatural.

I suppose I can understand that. Despite it's beauty, it seems like a very unforgiving place.

[Which in and of itself was another appeal it had to Lucifer.]

I would think most would be better avoiding it. I doubt they could survive here.

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