The night was cool, and silent, the moon hung in the sky and stars twinkled about in the dark sky. Two figures have appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, near a small farm.

One of them happens to be Grace, she’s smiling, and it’s not one of her normal ‘Wow, look at me’, ‘I feel so horrible right now’ or a ‘I’m going to pretend I’m fine’ smile, no this one is more of a ‘I’m having so much fun right now, I hope this night never end” smile.

She’s still holding his hand in hers, maybe she forgot to let go. She takes a step closer to him. Somehow his cold hand almost seems comforting.

”Shall we get our target?”

Azrael gestures grandiosely off into the night.

"Afar, away, and off we go to goat-nap."

Grin grin. Tease tease.

A laugh, well barely repressed laugh, she felt giddy around Az, and it was driving her nuts.

”I wonder what I should name it, I was thinking Katze…” Yes, her lifelong dream of naming a goat ‘cat’ in German and a cat ‘goat’ was slowly forming, now she just needed to name a kitty Ziege.

"Cat-goat, hmm?" Azrael says as he begins walking. He makes a vague sort of "tching" sound, like someone does when trying to call a random animal to them. probably it won't work. Most animals know more than to go to Death willingly.

”Yes, a cat-goat, it will be one SPLENDID cat-goat, it will!” Reluctently she loosed her hand from his and began walking after him, his long strides causing her to have to walk quickly just to keep in step with him.

”I don’t think that’ll work very well, wait, I think I see one!” A broad grin, goat! Yes goaty goat! New goat for Gracie!

The goat was munching quietly in the grass, and it was the only one out. The others had been penned up, and their 'shephard' wasn't a very good one, for he had forgotten this little kid. It was letting black eyes follow the stalking figures in the night, and was on the move for home. Sadly, animals sensed gods better than some people could, and the sense of Death made the little goat frightened. It was trotting slowly away from the pair.

"Maaaaaaah!"

Poor thing wasn't very fast.

"Ah-hah!"

Death reaches forwards with a long and traditionally inescapable arm, scooping the small goat up in icy fingers.

A gasp and a shriek as he scooped up the goat.

”IT’S SO CUTE! I WANT IT!” Her grin was obviously now a fulltime resident of her lips. Reaching out a hand she petted the goats head.

Deaths chilling fingers wrapped around the goat, and it started kicking it's stout legs out, flailing them to find some purchase and release. That didn't happen. It let out a muffle 'Maaaaah' and felt a warm hand pat its head. And it calmed in the Death Gods hand, its flailing halting and its breathing slowing. So this was Love.

A slight frown creases Azrael's features.

"I don't think it likes me. Here," he continues, handing the flailing thing to Grace.

"You take it."

She smiled “Katze will learn to love you” sweetly and gently she took the goat from A’s cold grip. This hold was nothing like his, his may have still been gentle, but it didn’t have the same form of bliss coming from it. Gentle and sweet, like a mother holding a newborn baby.

”Shh, be a good baby for Gracie, that’s it, settle down..” A hand slowly moved up and down in the goat’s spine, warm and reassuring.

And the goat did nothing to stop the girl. No kicking or butting its small head. Nothing. Well, it did blink up at Az with is black beady eyes, and give a small 'Maaaaaaah' cry, quieter than the one of protest to being picked up, and sounding a bit happier. Then again, it was right next to Death, in Loves arms, so this could be considered confusion.

Azrael arches an eyebrow, sardonically, at Grace's comment.

"Few do," he replies.

And then shrugs and watches her comfort the kid.

She smiles sadly, it must be a bit harder being what no one wants to happen to them. She would never know that, only a few hated love, and most of those people deep down longed fore it.

”Yeah, but they all meet it at some point,” The goat was quieter now, it was so cute. She continued to stroke it, now grinning much more happily.

”So, we’ve got a kid now…”

Azrael shrugs.

And then says, "We? You're taking care of it, Gracie Love. I don't have any hand in the raising of the goat."

Grace grins, “I meant we as in we both got the goat, don’t worry, I’ll raise the goat, will you at least accompany me on walks? I’m sure I’ll get many people, unnish and innish alike staring at me. Sound great huh?” Her hand stopped petting the goat and rested on its head.

"We're gods. You don't have to be stared at if you don't want to be." He realises she wants to be stared at. He seems to simply feel like pointing it out.

”Yeah, I guess so, but what’s the fun in not having people see my goat?” Her hand began to scratch behind the small goat’s ear.

”What do goats eat?”

"Anything."

A half-smile, and he continues, "They're herbivores. Feed it grasses and grains and things. Don't let it eat too much clothing."

She inwadrly and maybe outwardly cringed, thinking off all the clothing she had at home.

”So grass and grains mostly, would it be fine to have it live inside?” Ah, goat heavy. Adjusting the weight in her arm she continued to look at Az waiting for a response.

He watches Grace for a moment as she shifts the kid's weight. She's still so... human. It's a bit odd, to deal with someone so human without being able to feel their mortality. He wonders, just a bit, when she will finally give up the restraints of humanity and, for example, not care how damn heavy the goat is.

"It would, if you can house-train it," he replies.

His expression gives away only that he's thinking, and not what about.

”I bet you could just house-train it like a dog probably, I hope so at least.” She began running her hand down the goat’s back again, petting the cute animal.

”What ARE you staring at?” Well, he wasn’t staring, just looking like he was thinking, eh, it meant that same in the end.

"You," he says, and moves on.

"I'm sure you could persuade it to be housetrained if you wanted to."

He reaches out a hand, fingers half uncurled, for the animal to sniff.

The goat let out a quiet caw ever few moments during their talking. It was warm in the womans arms, but then again, mother was warm too. A call comes from the pen, and its ears prick up. Then a hand is left to rest on its head, and it says nothing back to the mothers cry from the pen. No, the clothing looks too tantalizing. Especially the part that is sticking out a bit farther than the rest of the body. The goat makes to munch it, but is shifted in Loves arms. Another, more successful grab at her clothes is made, and is yanked in the kids teeth. Just one bite...

"Maaaaaah!"

The kid lets go, and sees the outstreached hand on Death, and tries that out as food. Cold, boney. Let's go, and licks the fingers instead.

Grace looked oddly at Death.

Why was he looking at me? Well, maybe because it’s either me or the goat to stare at.. I wonder what he meant by it though.

She felt a tug on her shirt sleeve and she looked down at the goat, who was looking up at her with its black eyes.

”Bad Katze, clothing is bad for your digestive system,” well, maybe it is, she doesn’t know and isn’t sure, but it sounded like something to say as she tugged her sleeve from him.

He grins like the skeleton he almost is.

"Told you they eat clothing."

She shakes her head, tendrils of her hair flying about her shoulders and face. Her face feels warmer then usual, and if she could guess she was probably blushing. Pulling a strand of hair behind her ear she laughs, not annoying or anything, light and happy.

”I never doubted you Az, from what I know, I don’t think you’ve lied to me yet, well, unless you did, in which I still wouldn’t know.”

Azrael spreads his arms.

"Death is honest. Dreams lie."

That really isn't much of an answer.

”Death is honest, dreams lie, and my ‘Rael is just confusing…” Yay, another annoying nickname! She looked down at the goat who had just stopped licking Az’s fingers as the god stretched out his arms.

”And by confusing, I mean gives non-answers to questions...”

Azrael shrugs.

"Giving answers isn't reallt a death OR dream thing, Gracie Love." He'll stick with this nickname, thank you.

”That’s fair enough,” still grinning, probably blushing now. Exited and happy. She hadn’t felt like this in a long, long, time. A quick breath and she reminds herself to calm down, or try too.

”And caring for goats doesn’t seem like a death or dream think, either. Too bad, I’m sure it would have been fun for the two of us.” She's fine with the nickname he has for her.

"Love cares."

He pauses, slightly more serious. "Death does, too. Just... in a different way."

Another pause, then he shrugs and smiles. "We are what we are."

The goat had gone from licking Deaths fingers to nudging Loves arms for down. Katze wanted down. Grass. Grass and flowers. And bark. Maybe some shoe laces. Point being, the kid was hungry, for the two had barged in on it eating supper. It nudged her a last time, and plaintivly cried out.

"Maaaaaaaaaah!"


((Ummm... Sorry if I completely missed this, but, boy or girl goat? I am tired of remaining neutral.))

A slow nod, “Yeah…” it was rather hard to respond to that. She felt a squirm in her arms, she looked down at the goat.


”Settle down, settle down. I let you on the ground in a moment,” kneeling down she laid the goat on the ground and a took a seet next to him, and began to run her hand down his spine in a form of petting.

(Guess it can be a boy goat)

"Yeah," he agrees.

Then watches her pet Katze.

Then shrugs. "I had better be off."

A small sigh, barely audible.

”Oh, okay.. bye then Azzy…” she sounded a bit…. Upset? Maybe just sad he had to leave so soon. She wasn’t sure why, but she was a bit disappointed he had to leave. She continued to pet the goat, watching him with her violet eyes.

He bows deeply to the newly-made goddess and then dissipates into shadow or smoke, it's hard to tell in the night. And is gone.

He’s gone. Vanished into the night. And she’s alone, well, except for the goat, who’s still lying near her, probably chewing on the grass or something, she didn’t know. It hurt some, and it was making her angry, the night always made her lonely, probably why she always out doing something.

She smiles down at the goat.

”C’mon boy, let’s head home,” she lays both her hands on his back, and soon they too are gone. Leaving nothing behind in the darkness.