swaggalatte
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 16, 2015 14:02:46 GMT -5
(We can skip ahead to when it ended if you like c: I can start the future scene if youd like me to)
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 16, 2015 23:25:43 GMT -5
It had been almost two years since their first time together. Varien thought about the moment fondly, on occasion, but he could also not help but feel ashamed for allowing himself to be naive. He should not have allowed things to get this bad. The relationship between himself and Ze'ev had seen better days, but to Varien, he felt that they could make it work. All relationships had their rough spots, and this one was merely temporary. How bad could it be?
The dappled stallion paced around the herd, his ears swiveling as he listened to various conversations that he passed. None of them were interesting, though. He sighed deeply, flicking his tail as he stopped on the crest of a hill. Watching the herd from above made him feel so powerful, so meaningful. He was the observer, and everything below him was under his supervision. He could not help but laugh at himself. What a childish thing to think. He cocked a leg, his ears still perked in the direction of the cluster of horses, and he sighed deeply. Littered throughout the herd were several spotted coats, thanks to the wonderful Bat-Sheva. He had to thank her, though, for bringing so many strong, brave stallions into the herd. They were an immense benefit to the herd, even if it was somewhat shallowing the gene pool. There was only one that he wished to see, one with a cocky attitude and a flirtatious mind.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jun 17, 2015 15:27:14 GMT -5
It had been only a few short months since Ze'ev had turned 17 and mounted his first mare.
These days he thought of little else. That mare. Her coat ironically dappled so like Varien's. Only Mateo's was a rich, dark brown rather than grey, and her hair was long and black instead of short and white.
It seemed that Varien literally paled when compared to her.
He was watching her now, his yellow eyes drifting carefully across her draft-like form. He had noticed a slight...change...in her. And his suspicions were slowly taking shape. Could she be...expecting? He was nearly giddy at the thought. Him? A father already? Some stallions, like his own father, had to wait years before finally claiming a foal. His mind wandered as he imagined all the things he would teach his son. He would- Ze'ev shook his head to clear it of such fantasies. He couldn't get too excited quite yet, there was no way to tell for sure. Besides, he still had not quite...won over the mare. She was reserved and a bit of an escapist, if he wanted to secure her loyalty to him and keep her from trying to run off with any potential prodegy he'd need to keep an eye on her and visit her often so she'd warm up to him.
But Varian still wanted his time.
The stallion's ears flickered uncertaintly. He was, honestly, a little bored with him. Sure they had had their good times, but Ze'ev had made a new discovery. Mares had a use after all and it was certainly more entertaing than his time with Varian.
With a swish of his tail he turned away from the grazing Mateo and wandered his way up the rise he was to meet Varian at.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 18, 2015 15:04:17 GMT -5
Varien's ear swiveled as he heard footsteps headed towards him. He turned his head a moment later, raising it slightly. A smile threatened to sneak it's way onto his face, but he quickly subdued it. A stern, stoic look took over, his eyebrows knitting together. As he watched Ze'ev come up the hill, he could tell that there was something off about him. His cocky mannerisms were becoming less of an upfront thing, and he seemed almost... Annoyed? Varien could not assume the emotions that were going on in his lover's head.
"Ready to head out?" He questioned, his voice monotone and serious. He shifted his weight slightly, turning a bit to imply that they would be headed away from the herd. "I was thinking that we ought to scout out the marshes today. What do you think?" Varien cocked his head slightly, his ears perked towards the other stallion. There would, most likely, not be a lot of actual scouting being done, but that was not the point. Although, he wondered if he would be lucky enough to catch sight of any Loners. There was typically at least one out there, and Varien found their lives to be rather intriguing.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jun 19, 2015 11:10:43 GMT -5
"Sure." was all that Ze'ev muttered, his placid gaze not quite meeting Varien's.
He didn't care where they went, as long as it was away from the herd. He didn't have exceptionally good feelings about what was ahead and should anything go wrong, it was best they were far, far away from prying eyes.
He strode alongside the dappled stallion in silence, answering any comments with as little effort as possible, even a grunt or snort if he thought it would get him by. He stayed just a little behind his lover's shoulder and left about a foot between them, adjusting his place by pretending to stumble over a stone or dramatically avoid a small ditch or patch of tall grass if the other stallion tried to close the distance.
His mind kept wandering back to Mateo and he imagined what a foal would look like produced by the two of them. Hmmm, would it be lithe like him? Or could it be more draft-like as was Mateo's build. Would it want to be infantry? Scavenger? He would teach his son well in tracking, a most useful practice. And they would hike though the ruins every day and get to know the lay-out so that he wouldn't have to worry about the kid getting lost in them.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 19, 2015 17:03:43 GMT -5
As Varien attempted to make conversation, it was blatantly clear that the appaloosa was not interested. He must have just had a bad day. When the dappled stallion moved closer to comfort him, Ze'ev would move away. As they traveled, his head lowered and his ears shifted backwards. Why is he acting like this? Did I do something wrong? Varien glanced over at his lover, trying not to obviously stare at him. From Ze'ev's posture and vacant look, there was something bothering him for certain. He sighed deeply, slowing to a walk.
"Alright, Ze'ev, what is going on? Are you okay?" He questioned, perking his ears and raising his head back up. He stood upright, and there was a small quiver in his chest. Varien knew what was wrong, but he hoped that he was incorrect. He had been through this before. The disinterest. The curt answers. Varien felt like a child. Why did he think that this was going to work? The Bachelors were a harsh, misogynist society. There was no way that they could have been together. Foals were expected from stallions at some point. If there weren't any, than it became blatantly obvious that there were promiscuous activities that would be taken in poor taste. If there were any successful homosexual relationships in the Bachelor herd, they would most likely either be banished or murdered. No one stood a chance.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 2, 2015 14:09:30 GMT -5
His irritation spiked as Varien stopped, confronting him about his behavior. He had to stay cool, but simply blowing him off wasn't proving successful. His yellow gaze, dully disinterested, swept across his old lover's face, tracing along the dapple grey that faded to snowy white and the ragged X that ruptured his flesh as truly as any other bachelor. But what did it mean really? He wasn't afraid they would be caught, he was to confident to be caught. He had lost interest was all and felt they should both move in other directions. He wasn't conflicted with switching partners on a whim or having more than one and couldn't see why others made such a fuss about it. Varien had lasted longer than most, but nothing was forever, surely he would understand.
"I won't be seeing you much tomorrow. I'm busy." he said, his voice soft and aloof. In fact, he wouldn't be seeing the larger stallion much at all after this, he didn't feel obligated to tell him directly that it was over, but this last walk would do as a sort of 'farewell'.
"In fact, I'm quite busy. You probably won't see me the next day either. Or the next." he added, trying to drop the hint.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jul 3, 2015 15:11:59 GMT -5
Varien's ears flicked back, and his entire body drooped a little. A fleeting moment of sorrow, only to be replaced by anger. The disinterested confidence that the appaloosa had that once enticed the dappled stallion now disgusted him. How could he think that this was an acceptable way to end a relationship? Simply saying "I am too busy". His ears flattened completely against his skull, and he flicked his tail in agitation.
"So that's it? You're just 'too busy'?" His nostrils flared and he tensed his muscles. "That is just the wrong thing to say. Literally anything else would have been better! 'I've found someone else', or 'We just aren't working anymore'." He leaned his head from one side to the other, emphasizing the options that Ze'ev had. "Saying that you're too goddamn busy, simply means that I am not even worth your time. Fine, Ze'ev, you want to end it this way? Alright. We're done." Varien shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the other stallion. "I hope that every mare you ever lay with hates you to your core."
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 4, 2015 0:38:30 GMT -5
Ze'ev made a small "tsk" of distaste and rolled his eyes to land on the larger stallion in a weary manner, as if he found the dapple grey's words of protest tiresome and trivial. Everything had been going fine, they could have just walked away without suffering the indecent quarreling and sqeemesh, awkward bickering. If Varein had just kept his mouth shut and went with it, quick and clean, they wouldn't need to dwell on the bitter aftertaste.
"No need to get so worked up, 'sweetheart'." he cooed, his countenance hardening into something colder, detached.
"If it was long term you were looking for, then I guess you made a mistake. Nothing lasts forever after all."
He snorted at the scavenger's last remark in something close to amusement. "Funny thing is, I don't need them to like me." he leered. "It's their job to do as I say. You, however, are free as a bird and I think it's about time you flew to another tree."
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Post by swaggalatte on Jul 11, 2015 17:55:13 GMT -5
Varien curled his lip into a disgusted frown when Ze'ev said 'sweetheart'. Listening to the other stallion talk was simply making him more and more irritated. He could feel the tensing in his chest, and the constriction in his throat. The appaloosa had intended this the whole time. How could he? How could he have wanted to create such bad blood between them, even from the start?
Was that not what Varien had expected, though? From the beginning, he knew that Ze'ev was poison. The stallion's almost hostile, carefree mannerisms and sharp tongue drew the dappled draft in, and he knew that the appaloosa's affections would only be temporary. There were so many distracting temptations in the world, why did Varien expect anything to change?
Varien's anger deflated. His ears were still pinned back, but his expression lost all of it's acid, and instead was replaced by defeat. Ze'ev was right. Everything that the stallion said was honest and true. It was incredible how much the truth hurt, sometimes. Their relationship had been a very poor investment of Varien's time and energies. Dwelling on it would not resurrect any feelings between the two, and would merely create even more toxicity between them.
He lowered his head a little, his shoulders drooping. His pride was too wounded for him to say anything.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 13, 2015 14:47:12 GMT -5
Ze'ev couldn't look at the dappled stallion directly and so watched his deteration from the corner of a sickly yellow eye while pretending to be dully intrigued by the horizon. Honestly, he was a little surprised to see Varien's form wilt like a plucked flower, his muscles sagging free of rage and the venom drain from his expression, replaced by...defeat?
But really, what had he expected from the big guy?
"Well, if we're quite done here...?"
Ze'ev drawled, feighning a glance at the silent scavenger. No words permeated the tense air between them, either Varien was too angry or too remorseful to
break the silence.
Without another look in the dapple grey's direction, Ze'ev briskly turned about and trotted meaningful back to the summer fields where the Broods would be waiting.
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